In whispers soft, my heart concealed, No signs emerge of love revealed. "Good morning, cutie," starts our day, Yet time for us slips far away. Busy hours, like shadows near, Texting words I long to hear. "Have a good day," you gently say, But will you find the time today? Our dreams are known, yet brushed aside, In fleeting moments, hopes reside. I speak of wishes, futures true, But actions prove they're naught to you. Within this dance of secret ties, I search for truth in hurried skies. A love unspoken, hidden, faint, In silence, we redraw our paint.