Answer me,
Look into my eyes when you speak to me,
Or I to you,
Let me know how you feel,
Talk to me please,
And secrets of us only,
For us.

Maybe later we will understand,
The thoughts in each other's heads,
With out the use of frustration,
To convey our empty hearts,
And our empty hands.

Let the space in our hearts,
Be expressed out in the air,
Like the visible breath on a winters day.

And the space between our fingers,
Be told like fable,
And filled with each other's stories.