We never said the
famed three words,
But we felt it
flooding both our hearts.
It kept pushing
our lives together,
Though so we’re
so far apart—
In thinking, in
feeling, and in priorities.
It made us think
of what-maybes
And dwell on the
things
That will never
be.
Months went by,
we’re still together;
Silent, but for
the occasional whispers—
Not of love, but
of things which meant nothing
But made us talk
until September.
And so the silent
passion grew.
The arguments
continued and pursued,
Pointless and
endless
But valued true.