Simple buildings

I fond myself begging to ask questions to you and yet I remain quiet. This is how the distance is carried. 

The offers of life just kind of sated. Not necessarily complete but just calm. The hope that one day a different level will be found and opened.

Yet I am not sure you would ever be able to grasp my meanings. Just the nod of your head and the weights of hearing my "fines" will finally push back.

One day, I wonder, will we be anything but strangers passing? No I cannot image the depth going to that layer but it itches in my mind still.

Cautiously I watch what I say and even don't say to you.  Holding back the bits and pieces of my everyday life just so you don't have to feel the necessity to inquire.

Feeling of the difference from other years. Soon my trembling will cease and the curious questions or exclamations I want to say, will fade.

Giving you the silence you so desire. Then what? What will life be like?

Simple. Clear.

Yes the big picture claims and I wait. I pray that my needs do involve you as before.

Yet I cannot know. I can only wait and build a life.