Echoes of the Implied

II. We talked in syllables of chuckling,

Carved our names in short lived sand,

Following impressions on brilliant shores

Where the waves challenged not condemn.

III. But time could be a noiseless designer,

Building dividers where bridges stood,

And one by one, the echoes diminished,

Gulped profound within the floating wood.

IV. What was the minute that turned the tide?

Was it quiet cleared out as well long to develop?

A word inferred, a call declined,

The delicate withdraw of all we know?

V. Fingertips phantom over a screen,

Your title still lives interior my hands,

A number kept however never dialed,

An ancient abstain from bygone groups.

VI. Did you stop upon my memory,

Follow back the street that driven absent?

Or did you let the outline break down,

Let tidy eradicate the things we'd say?

VII. A few bonds snap like fragile twigs,

A few break up like autumn's fog,

A few basically float, untethered, free,

However still in calm hearts continue.

VIII. In the event that I ought to see you within the swarm,

Would we trade a knowing look?

Or would our eyes slip past like phantoms,

Two outsiders in a critical move?

IX. Maybe no bridges must be built,

Maybe the stream runs too wide,

But within the echoes of the implied,

Our voices call, in spite of the fact that long denied.

X. For not all adore is implied to remain,

Not each melody must conclusion in rhyme,

However indeed quiet holds its weight,

A whisper misplaced, however held by time.