You slammed the door and hurriedly left,
You never turned your back,
You never saw the letter whose lips are still sealed.
The words I carefully squeezed out from my heart the other day were never witnessed how they played.
The wall that hinged your door jittered your kiss and goodbye.
My eyes wandered and caught the dried still enveloped bouquet of flowers whose sweet juice was already sipped by the can to where they were thrown.
Now, devoid of their youth.
You never bothered to put them in the vase as you never cared I came.
Your little brothers left the chocolate wrappers in shambles. They must have liked them.
How I wish you would have played with them in your mouth yourself-lusciously savoring the sweetness of my mute love.
Yet, I will never let the prickly fire out
Afraid to burn your frailty and mine.
You sing love notes, I must listen for I never see a shadow of them.
I dance the frenetic way,
You must watch for you never hear my steps.
Or, could we do the other way around?
You are never obvious - I am.
But your words bare your inside which, I never did.