The silence
Like a massive explosion
Across the night sky,
It comes on so quickly
And I never know why.
Sometimes it’s so loud
I think everyone can hear,
Other times it’s quiet
It whispers very clear.
Silence says so many things
When words we do not need,
Our love is undeniable
On this we have agreed.
Why must we always use words
When no words are there to say,
Maybe we’re just silent
Maybe we like it that way.
We don’t need to say I love you,
For it is seen within our eyes,
Words don’t need to be spoken
To us it’s no surprise.
No need to speak a sentence
When the silence comes to call,
We love the quiet moment
When our kisses say it all.
So do not hate the silence
When we cannot find a word,
The love we share together
Even in silence will be heard.
Always, G.
About the Creator
Gail S.
I am complicated, confusing and misunderstood but I am real. Life is too short to be anything but happy.
New Normal
There is always a moment — small, quiet, almost forgettable — when the spark stops being a warning and becomes a state. It never looks like a turning point from the outside. It’s not a dramatic shift. It’s not a cinematic beat. It’s a subtle internal click, a recalibration so slight that only someone who has lived this cycle as many times as I have would recognize it.
By Elisa Wontorcika day ago in Poets
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