I wish I could tell you Without telling you directly How much your thump, your whacking of The hearts of hears; Your approval beyond the reading of my script, The forcing of yourself to follow through, To reveal to me the liking, or otherwise // Of the written Of the me Exposed :/: & again ######## how much that ####### Means 2 Me That said , that unsaid, that thought, & onwards Alone yet listening For signs For answers Coming