Your way

Your way

Is not my 

Way.

I am trying 

To see where 

I fit .

The other 

Night at dinner

I looked 

At you.

A perfect 

Moment.

I did not 

Want to 

Ruin it

With 

Words.

We sat silent 

Eating.

You looked 

At me

And smiled .

I felt a rush 

Through 

My body.

I smiled 

Back.

I started to

Talk.

You put 

Your fingers 

To your lips.

The gesture 

Was meant

To quiet me.

I stopped talking.

We just looked

At each other.

You thought 

Your thoughts.

I thought mine.

You simply 

Said to me,

We are 

Free.

I simply cried.

Your way

Freed me.

Your

Simple

Sweet

Way.