Monica Oswal writes

I try to hear the muted words
that you miss me too the way
I do.

Your unspoken words reverberate
The cacophony of the silence scares me
I turn deaf by choice
hug my trembling knees
And smile coyly,
carrying on with
my one sided conversation.

I am left with
filling your blanks.
Without much ado
I conjure up a make-believe cafe,
there,  over there
over a hot cuppa coffee
intimately intoxicated over the aroma of coffee
animatedly you do all the talking.
And I listen.

 -- Laura Mae Noble