Silent Intimacy - 1

Silent Intimacy

And then — suddenly —

this silence between us,

so dense, so intimate —

do these still belong to the same two souls?

I wonder,

why do we stand bewildered,

trapped in the stillness of unspoken words?

Why do shadows gather

over thoughts left unsaid,

over feelings left untouched,

quiet as the dusk before a storm?

Is it pride — that stubborn, bitter flame —

clashing like thunder inside,

refusing to yield, to soften, to bend?

Or trust, unraveling slowly,

a delicate thread worn thin by time,

slipping quietly through trembling fingers?

Or has emotion paused —

like breath held in frozen air,

suspended and silent,

between two hearts that once danced so freely?

What is this knot — this riddle that binds?

Two souls so close, yet miles apart,

unable to speak the language

once known, once lived, once breathed —

now lost in tangled webs of quiet confusion.

So here we live,

caught in the net of silence,

each moment a silent scream,

each glance a question unanswered,

each breath a heavy shadow

between what was and what might have been.

Why does no one reach first?

Why does no hand offer a fragile thread of peace?

We both ache —

waiting for a sign, a gesture,

eyes searching for the spark,

yet no one dares to light the flame.

Have we forgotten how to build,

or have we chosen instead to crumble,

to let love become dust,

forgotten in the halls of memory?

Is love only meant to begin,

never to endure?

Must we fall silent

when words are needed most —

when hearts demand to be heard?

In this endless duel of distance,

our lives slip softly away—

rust blooms quietly

along the edges of desire,

and days fold themselves shut,

leaving only ghosts of laughter

haunting empty rooms.

When will we awaken,

break free from this numbness?

Or will it be too late —

when we stand far apart,

in separate worlds where voices no longer reach?

Yet better than this slow decay—

better than this withering silence —

is the courage to shatter the quiet now,

to break open the walls between us,

to speak,

to listen,

to heal.

Speak — break the spell, here and now —

let your voice be the bridge across the void,

the gentle balm to aching wounds,

erase the small grievances,

the tired resentments buried deep,

and fill this fragile life

with light again.

For life is brief—

a whispered breath upon the breeze—

too short to waste in shadows,

too precious to drown in silence.

Let it overflow,

overflow with joy,

with the tender music of two souls

finding their way back through the quiet —

back to laughter, to touch, to understanding,

to the sacred sound of hearts finally heard.

And when words flow free again,

let them dance like rivers,

let them build bridges,

let them mend the shattered sky between us—

so that silence is no longer a prison,

but the soft pause

between two voices,

two hearts,

deeply, intimately alive.