silent walks

we walked 

and walked 

and walked 

but no one talked. 

I loved those silent walks. 

maybe 

our souls were talking 

and we were the audience 

or maybe 

we were spiritually connected 

syncing. 

I was close to confess 

that I wanted to hold her 

her melanin was shouting my name 

her lips were thirsty for my kiss. 

my heart begged for her fondness again 

my fears feared her kindness again 

my thoughts thought about her warmness again.