The Days Pass in Silent Agony

The days pass
in silent agony
of anticipation

For only so often
do we see
each other now
and sometimes
the absence is too long

And the days pass
and teh day comes
and we walk
together basking
in each other's glow
of expentant silence
punctuated
by knowing glances
and sly peeks
at one another

Vanity seeps through
as we prance
infront of each other
and of everyone else

Letting the public know
who we are
and what we are

And the day ends
safe in each other's
company
as we hug in secret
in the secrecy
of our one safe haven
that of our nearness
each in thought

The days will pass
and another opportunity
will arise
the days will pass
in longing
and in remembrance

--andoy, 21 September 1987