silent silhouettes spoke to me under the silver moon, and
in those moments of remorse, your
bones bled the promises you broke, and
your silence screamed every word you never spoke, the
agony your heart holds crept its way out of its cage, and
in this moment of my weakness, it
maneuvered its way among the rubble and the debris, every
shattered, bent, and broken piece of me, it
somehow found its way into my heart, and
it has chosen to remain, ever since you chose to depart.