We say more in silence than we do with words The brief second of hesitation while we question what to say next Or if what we heard was real

The sighs we release that fill a room Like they have come from the belly of some frenzied beast Or the dim glances you feel through rooms and darkness That pierce through your flesh

The cold loneliness of longing a connection you will never find again Because it got lost in the forest of trees we planted in memoriam of our feelings A forest we can never navigate or stumble through to find each other again Or to find some common breath to breathe And break this painful repeating chorus of melancholy existence

The pain of quiet moments among the chaos of being The chaos of living and loving and all of the things between In silence we forget how to say the things we mean And instead make a show of all the things we will regret