Burst.

Ima doko; this I want to ask.

Tu me manques; this I want to say.

But my lips are sealed.

My tongue is tied and mum.

Words are held back.

Thoughts are blocked.

Moves are withheld.

Intents are doubted.

In a corner the silence witnessed,

Beyond reach the space noticed.

Stolen glance albeit trying hard

Never escaped the ever silent air.

For days hidden deep within

Desires gone and kept unseen.

Things yet to come are waiting

Hopefully to go places never been.

Attempts were made with caution

that only the Lord of the heavens know.

Seen and revealed from His throne

were thoughts, words, and deeds unknown.