How can I tell

You are silent

Is it the silence of worry

That weighs on your mind

Or the quiet anguish

Of a broken heart

Is it an annoyed pout

Or an angry rebellious quiet

Or maybe and most likely

It is the silence of your wisdom

That knows that it knows

And does not need any more

Does not need to tell

Or hear

Of desires or dreams,

Complaints or concerns

Your silence is your reflecting pool

Complete and whole

Like you

I step back and look up

At your perfection

In your calm

I kneel before you, rise and walk on

I shall keep looking

For the one whose missing piece

I am

And until then

My wandering soul keeps walking

My restless words keep talking

Silence eludes me