She closes up, hides away, waits for a sign of your existence
The silence is deafening,
The slightest gesture of kindness sets her tongue ablaze
The forest thick with fiery grins and longing for confession
But he stays silent
She wants to know his deepest desires
His sadness, his torture, his woes,
For all of this makes him what he is
And she wouldn’t give any of it up for a second
Every frown, every grin, every smile when the sunshine pours in,
When she thinks of him, her heart swells with gratitude
she reaches to write him but she shudders
Her memory focused, and her mind forces her to remember the one constant that he always reminds her,
He doesn’t want this.