Your Silence

Your Silence

I sit in your silence, scared
waiting patiently for recognition

For a word
For a breath
For a touch

But I am raw

Because i watch your hands instead
of writing
And listen for your breath instead
of breathing

It's strange
how close to you i feel

And the need i have
to help you,
to make me smile

And yet, I'm still sitting here,
waiting,
for you to let me