i hope you still remember
sitting by my side, silent as stone
and how even though the air was
perfectly still,
and even though no words were
uttered,
there was still an unvoiced sense
of tranquility
which floated harmoniously
above both of us,
perhaps it was just me, but at that
particular moment
we were united in a beautiful
mess of noiseless bliss
so still, so secretive
and i swore to myself
that silence was the most
fascinating creature

i hope you still remember
sitting by my side, silent as stone
with the air untroubled, and perfectly
still
and how even though it seemed better
quiet than blatant
and even though there were no words
spoken at all
there was still a deafening ache
which lurked over us like a hateful fog
perhaps it was just me, but at that
particular moment
we were divided by a tremendous wall
of shameful hurt
so still, so secretive
and i swore to myself
that silence was the most catastrophic
form of loneliness