Silence

I love the silence in your face.
For it allows a gate way to my mind,
which waterfalls of words
cascade from.
For that silence allows question,
which is what I live for.
Why I am not one
who can guess the correct meaning
from looks you give to the concrete?
So I guess,
and while I am mainly wrong,
it's a start.

I love the silence in your face.
It's something someone like me can love.
Someone like me whose face reads volumes,
like an open ledger of pain and happiness.
Someone like me who
when is silent,
people worry they're not ok.
It is a small blessing
to not have to read you.
To feel what you feel.
Being with you is a small sigh of my soul.

I love the silence in your face.
I love your silence.