Silently (English Sonnet) 2 Poem by Gert Strydom

(for Annelize)

Tonight I looked at your photographs,
listened to your voice-notes again,
at some jokes of mine heard your sweet laughs,
remember how a misunderstanding brought pain;

were afraid of giving away how dear
in the past week you have become to me,
how I have wished for you to be near,
knew that perfection I do in you see.

My heartbeat could give my feelings away,
the way I breathe could tell of my longing;
the way I do things in written words say:
to you I have a desire of belonging.

Only silence surrounds me past midnight,
as about you I write in the dim light.