sun 18 feb, '24
The vacant silence chokes the room, A heavy shroud where words would bloom. No gentle touch, no whispered plea, Just hardened hearts where love should be. The air hangs thick with things unsaid, Regret and anger leave us lead. The empty space between us grows, Where understanding softly froze. A whispered sigh, a tear unshed, The vacant silence fills with dread. We crave a truce, a fragile start, To mend the chasm in our hearts.