silence can be a beautiful thing when it blankets the cold of a kitchen floor; (there is something lovely about the lines of your hands and the peculiar smile that plays at your lips when you can not voice what you need to speak)
you whispered to me -it's amazing how much you can say without words- in the quiet, i could not help but tell you i love you a thousand times over.
an old one, from forever ago. it makes me sad now, but i still like it more than most things i've written.