three years of thoughts
three years of talk
three years of glances
always someone to go to
always someone to tell
now it's just quiet.
silent.
a few glances here and there
always livid eyes with sparks of longing
but quiet.
no more thoughts
no more talk
nobody to go to
an option destroyed
no words
just eyes of i miss you and a devastating acceptance
an acceptance of the quiet
a binding look between us that has only one term:
quiet