She
whispers my name
Like
a rumour
To
her mirror
And
expects me
Waiting
for her
At
every corner of the alleys
She
walks by
She
hides my name
In
the pages of her diary
Forgets
Where
she kept it
And
worries all day long
Till
she find it under her pillow
She
wipes all the private smiles
Off
her tender face
Fast
At
the instance of my thought
In
front of her friends
She
pretends to be reading
Or
nervously trying to find books
While
stealing surreptitious looks
From
behind the books
Or
from over the shelves
To
the corner of the library
Where
I usually sit
Even
my empty chair
Is
the sight of adoration for her
She
nervously bites her lips
Eats
her nails
Drops
her books
And
spills her coffee
Blushingly
in canteen
At
the sudden sight of me
She
loves me
I
know she loves me dearly
But
she loves me in silence
We
both exist in silence
For
each other
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