Monday, August 12, 2013

Is It Love?

That moment of silence
Right after goodnight
And right before you leave
It is a hole in the heart for both of you
Wondering, waiting
Do I say it first?
A breath of fresh air it would be to speak
But what if it isn’t real?
If all of this is just imagined
Feelings?
Do you know?
Who will be the first to say

I love you?