Trees are Silent

Fingers treading lightly on

the windowpane

shielding myself from the sun

I have nothing to gain

My head bent 

like a bird

I see you as a tree or a stump

but there is no word;

I await your arrival

looking out

I hear your call

I see you shout,

but as a tree

you are silent.

Do you hate me?

No, you are vacant.

Far away from me.