I watch her look for something else; something i've never met or gotten to befriend. She searches and speaks out, but nobody knows how to answer. I know her and she knows me; our silent bond grows stronger with time and I yearn to understand what it is that she seeks, what she is trying to tell me. Maybe it's classified news and only those with like minds can understand...but I try and I will keep trying.

I yearn to know what hurts her or what makes her content. I want to know what she sees and what she ponders. What her thoughts are clouded with or what she first thinks of in the morning when she stretches and begins again.

They say communication is key to all relationships, yet this one is silent; void of the same words. Yet full of speech of the heart and tie unseen.