Silence

Silence

there is always silence
in between the smiles
that pass between us.
a silence that creeps
unexpectedly,
seeping into the corners
of the morning light,
like a shadow
waiting to rob the sun
of its wonderful warmth
and replace it with shards
of cold's icy fingers
wrapped in our intimate space.
a silence that kills
the very thoughts we share,
chipping away at the bridge
we've built with infinite care.
the silence is loud and clear
breaking the words we've exchanged
erasing them one by one
until there is a widening space
a yawning chasm that feeds
on the very stillness of our mouths,
the lapse of words that connect us.
silence,
oh, how you kill...

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