His face

An Empty House
An Empty Room
An Empty Heart.

All mirror the thoughts that swirl around my head.

Who knows how I feel?
Not her.
Not him.
No-one.

I find myself wishing I had the courage.
That I will go up to his beautiful face, take a breath and whisper those words he wants to hear.

I can't
I'm afraid.
I won't.

Maybe if he could hear my thoughts;
things would be different.
And instead of secret confessions, there would be love.

Instead of broken speechless hearts, there would be love.

That instead of a blank page in front of me.
There would be his face.

I'm looking.
I'm looking.
Nothing.