The Question

(Serena about Darien)
You asked me a question yesterday
Which continues to echa through my head
Your eyes didn't stir from the paper before you
As they analyzed something I'm sure I couldn't understand.

My gaze never left your face.
Your brows scrunched in confusion.
Gently biting your lower lip
Or mindlessly chewing your eraser in boredom.

"What are you thinking?"
Your tongue didn't falter with the words.
I nearly felt my knees give way
As my mind shouted unspoken answers.

I'm thinking how I wish to hold you
Wrap my arms around your neck
How I endlessly wish to kiss you
To taste your sweet breath

Could I tell you how I hang on your every movement?
How I feel when you smile.
And how your joy can brighten my day, my life
Like a candle flame illuminating the darkest corners of my soul.

No, I couldn't tell you.
And so I simply shrugged and calmly replied,
"Nothing," with a wry smile on my lips.
You looked at me now, smiling as well, as if you knew I'd lied.

And yet you said nothing, but returned to your work
Like you understood I couldn't tell you the truth.
But in my heart I know someday you will ask that question again
And I will reply, "How much I love you."
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