Loss For Words Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I sat and stared into your eyes,
A dim light rose over the horizon.
I waited for you to say one word
To my surprise you didn't.
You stared quietly, like a rose beginning to bud.
I understand the concept.
Giving gifts, one takes, the other eladed by thought.
But not all gifts are wrapped in paper with thought filled trimmings.
As silence filled the air I listened.
Listened to the movies that played out in the reflection of your eyes.
Things we take for granted,
Treasured memories.
Your eyes conversed about long walks, long winded candle light dinners.
Feeling saught through touch, expressed through words.
The rose you've planted begins to sprout.
Flourishing with each petal.
You stared quietly, like a rose beginning to bud.
Not understanding the gift of your presence.