The two of them lay soundlessly awake
Not one word said, too many to think
But what's left to say that hasn't been said?
What's left to do than lay silently in bed?
It's a dead end, for sure, but why not stay put?
It's pointless, of course, so why stick it out?
Can't help but wonder, can't help but think,
That maybe, just possibly, there's some sort of link
But maybe there's nothing, could be just that
It's something to do, and nothing more than that