precious, tender
03/29/2011 10:47 p.m.
precious
tender
his eyes earnest and sincere
mouth slightly ajar

my frustration, my fury
my neglected ache
all charmed to silence

*

we no longer speak
but it is not the conversation i miss
in fact
we used to be silent
only our eyes engaged—
sometimes you'd speak sweetly
under your breath;
mostly you'd smile