Fiddler on the Roof

Shared laughter and companiable silences;
A searching eye-lock and a responsive ghost-smile,
An excuse for a conversation,
An avid wait over a cup of tea...

Does the weary heart recognise the balm it seeks?
Does the fire scorch you too as it burns me with its intensity?

Shared laughter and companiable silences;
My smile awaits your gaze—were it to fall on me.