This Silence....

This silence.. It's killing me.
And I would just like to know more.
The curiosity in me is rising up.
To know what our future holds for us in store.

You look at me when I turn away.
And I peek at you when you can't see me glance.
Both of us want to tell the other what we feel.
But each one is scared to advance.

Goodbye might come soon.
And you will move on with another phase of life.
But, the question I always wanted to ask is.
Have you ever wanted me to be your wife?

Have you ever wanted me to be yours?
With that question you asked that day?
Or was I wrong and lied to myself.
And dared to get carried away?

You know, even if I was wrong.
And you don't feel what I feel.
At least what I felt was beautiful.
Those dreams that were far from real.

Or maybe I am right.
And you're just hiding it all.
But, one sign to satisfy my curiosity.
Would be enough, no matter how small.

The curiosity is killing me slowly.
You have excellent silence skills.
I guess the lesson that we both learned is this:
That this silent admiration simply kills.