Here's an untitled poem written sometime in 1995.
We spoke in tongues
Yet I did not hear love
Mouthed in whatever words
Comprehensible to the heart.
Your reluctant smile did not mean at all
So our feelings never met,
And with your eyes staring at the floor,
You whispered “Can we still be friends?”
But I walked away,
Under the starry but moonless night
Whistling hollow tunes to the wind,
Shrugging aside the friendship we once had.
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