She shopped by window fronts,
Praying desperate for perfection.
Became the prey! fell short of wants..
Her sins born of his decisions.

Sinister, his thoughts astray
Seeks repentance; she seeks intent
Mind wanders left from what was     right.
She'd forged forgivable admissions.

Silence.

Silence.             It's not your fault.

In silence we catch our breath.

In silence we find the music...

Silence!

In silence we forget.

How soon we toss aside our words and pass through volumes of lyrics, if only to be freed.

Where a bottle once half empty
Rested solely to drown the tainted past
              in filtered whiskey.
From the knots of his indiscretions,
She is bound to fill the space with memory.

They have lived some bad, to worse times,
Indiscretions twice worth mentioning.
She's earned the night from dying days,
Silence for the lucky two-
              Lost
                   In lust
                         And listening.