***

It is one of the many phases ~

No true recognition

just being awed by you.

The anticipation

for just a short appearance.

You may be silent,

You may be loud and clear,

Still, every breath seems to hold time still

But it is clearer than the morning dewdrops

You're not the man I see you to be now

So a silent goodbye

is already lying in the horizon

patiently bidding its time

to rise again

Until then.....