Silent Love

I watched him,

Staring at me.

I fought away the feelings

That I knew I carried for him.

My eyes moved to his lips,

As I dared to daydream

About kissing him:

Slowly and passionately.

I fought the urge

To hug and hold him.

All I wanted to do

Was keep him warm.

He is my best friend,

I do not wish

To break him,

As he tries to fix

my broken, jagged pieces

Of a heart that never was,

Quite complete, because some fathers,

Disappear before their daughters

Can open their eyes and cry.