Actions

They say actions are more powerful than words.

And that's you.

With every look, touch and kiss.

That was you showing me.

Wasn't it?

Me? I am words.

I write and I speak.

I said those words. I wrote those words.

Everyday.

Maybe that's why...

I could only say it.

And you could only do it.

We sat there, both thinking;

Knowing.

Is that why when I said it you kissed me?

Are we doomed to misunderstand the mutual understanding?

Because when we looked into each other's eyes it was there; understanding.

Even now, I could never understand why you couldn't say it. Scream it like I did.

Meanwhile here I am, so far from you, unable to show it.

Is that why you still say nothing?

Because my actions, or lack there of, speak louder than my words ever could...