Silent Intimacy

Silent Intimacy

And then — suddenly —

this silence between us —

is it still the same two souls?

I wonder why we stand bewildered,

lost and troubled,

over words never spoken,

over echoes unshared.

Is it pride clashing hard —

a stubborn shield too fierce to break?

Or trust, unraveling thread by thread,

slipping quietly beyond our reach?

Or perhaps, emotions paused —

a stillness where feelings freeze,

suspended in uneasy air?

What is this riddle that holds us captive?

Two hearts, strangers now in closeness,

unable to read the unvoiced language

that once sang between us.

So we live, tangled in confusion,

caught in the web of silence,

not knowing how to step forward,

how to break the unyielding stillness.

Why does no one reach first —

no hand extend the fragile thread?

We both ache, waiting,

eyes searching for the other’s spark,

yet neither daring to kindle the flame.

Do we not build bonds,

or if we do, why do we let them crumble?

Is love meant only for the starting,

never for the steady keeping?

In this endless duel of distance,

our lives will quietly slip away—

rust will bloom on the edges of desire,

and days will seal themselves shut,

leaving only echoes where laughter once lived.

When will the reckoning come—

when will we awaken from this numbness?

Perhaps then, we will be far apart,

lost in worlds where words cannot reach.

But better than this slow decay—

is the courage to shatter silence now,

to break the quiet that binds us.

Speak, break the mute spell here and now—

let your voice be the bridge, the healing balm,

erase the small grievances buried deep,

and fill this fragile life with light again.

For life is short—

a fleeting whisper on the wind—

let it overflow,

overflow with joy,

overflow with the sound of us—

in conversation, in laughter, in the gentle touch

of two hearts finally heard.