we'll talk... later

you hesitate

before you answer me

are you working late

or are you coming home

there is silence 

I can't hear you breathe

I know you are there

for no one can be as quiet as you

a quick "kiss, kiss"

and I whisper

"I love..."

silence is replaced with total emptiness

there's always a "later"

waiting for us

when you get home

with the smell of someone else on your skin

Author's Note

Before you ask: it's fiction...

Reviews

[Beverly Jane]

Wonderful, like someones story playing in my mind.

[Yheela]

Thanx!

[SimpleMind]

Very well done! I can picture and scene while reading your poem. It's great :)

[Yheela]

Thank you, glad you like it. ^_^