silence was a language
whose words we borrowed
to be whispered by our eyes
when we had to say goodbye.

fades in the distance to blink us a bridge
whose pillars, arc, and breadth,
each stone and each step designed
as inspired by our first night vow
to bind us more than by blood
across the garden of stars and night.

so that when the light finds us,
the words of silence will be spoken
again in our smiles before we shape
each other in each other’s arms
where our voices births a warmth
to rival that of dawn’s first rise.

now, in your absence that is bleak
as my sighs that even darkness denies,
has silence always been this barren?

when i breathe as if with dust and ashes
gathering so it may reshape my mortal heart.