He sits in a world of thought,
eyes wandering in endless distraught.
Overwhelmed by things once said,
swimming in an ocean teeming with regrets.

Knowing only those bleakest of days,
his skies clouded and pouring the rain.
Towards the heavens he dares not glance,
losing sight of a hopeless romance.

No words ever spoken not from the heart,
dear to the soul, the silence an art.
Knowing not what has come to pass, nor what is to be.
Striving and hoping to one day be free.

She lies a world away,
her thoughts drift home to a familiar place.
Perhaps regretting those decisions once made,
she floats alone as those days start to fade.

Sometimes, late, she cries those nights,
her skies thunder and give such a fright.
Towards the ground her gaze does wander,
a crowded soul and heart beat asunder.

Sometimes by chance, he catches her eye.
Sometimes by fortune, she stumbles into his life.
And one waits for the other, for a moment so dear.
To sweep away the rain and take apart the fear.

But no words are spoken, they need not a sound…
they push aside temptation for the life they have found.
And so they wander more distant with time.
Broken dreams and shattered pieces of life.

In silence they falter, in utter defeat.
That silence that breaks those words they dare not speak.