The bitter taste engulfs my mouth as I seal it shut Running my finger along its ridges, its blood red mouth Clasping half-heartedly. The past, gone with it. I frown, Wondering, will the words ever meet your lips? Not that I will ever know or hear them; it’s just a thought An idea, me pondering. A wonder in itself.
I think of it now: A rectangular bride to be; Always close, but too far away For one to love. We were preposterous really Stuck in a childish fantasy - our eyes Never mirrors. Never mixed equally. But still we wandered blindingly into it all Confidence aloof, affection confused, Morals not withstanding, apply within.
Snow dusts the world outside as I call to slumber The silence grows duller, a silence That was filled of your thoughts once What should fill it now? My own thoughts? Or just prayer? Or perhaps I should leave it Untainted, free from the obscene racket The raucous laughter that we once shared Wandering our own snow dusted worlds Filling up our silences.