His voice was precious,
It was difficult to get him to speak to me,
He was always the listener,
Ever so quiet,
Too quiet.
Everyday,
Every night,
I will always wonder what runs in his mind.
Just what he's thinking of-
Until I realized,
That for months,
He was silently questioning of his love for me.
If only I have covered my ears in time,
I never would have wanted to know,
Ever.
