He Will Never Know

He will never know,
How much I miss him right now,
How much I wish he would come to talk to me,
How much I wish we could laugh together again.

He will never know,
How my eyes linger on his face when he walks past me,
How my head almost turns to look at him,
How my hand almost rises to wave a ‘hi’.

He will never know,
About the poems I’ve written for him,
About the letters that I haven’t sent,
About the languages I’ve learnt to write his name in.

He will never know,
How in the years that come,
I’ll still remember our first conversation,
And the way he laughed.

He will never know,
How much I really liked him,
How I actually felt for him,
And now that we’ve stopped talking,
He will never know,
For I will never tell.