To You dear silence

Had i not looked twice into your eyes
i would'nt have sat to think why i did'nt speak to you at all
I could see how much we wished to speak to each other
But we did'nt speak at all -- no ; we did'nt speak at all.
Months have passed and i'm in the same cafe
i close my eyes and sip my tea --i can still see your face
Your beautiful hands holding a book of poems
While in the same instant how little you knew
How beautiful a poem you were too
i wonder ; where you are now graceful Stranger.