her silence makes me wonder,
her stare makes ponder
this is not love of that im sure
perhaps its friendship that makes me think this hard
of this torment there must a cure,
something to end this talking barred.

in agony i strain to hear a word
constantly checking for messages
but her sound no more than a flutter of a bird
going through noise filled passages

though i write this poem with no intent
perhaps perhaps she will realise its her
this poem only for my anger to vent
about why my emotions are a stir