Day Dreaming

How hearts grow fond of each other,

And absence seem to bother.

What excuse to make,

For conversation’s sake.

Dumb and mute,

You might refute.

My probing might offend,

So how would I then defend?

Like a crystal vase fallen from height,

Shattered to tiny fragments in your sight.

So afraid and tense,

Waiting for your response.

This time let it be at your leisure,

And not just for my pleasure.