In silence

I eulogize you, in every dissociation of my mind that exists, But I always do

On some rare occassions with my hands on your chest 

But on most days with my words, lusting from a far

so when my soul ached over petty things

it did only ache, in silence

like a forklore that's been going around for years

you've been pacing my soul for a while but it seems like eternity

with your footsteps imitating a reckless serenade 

in the castle of my existence, which has always known just silence

So whenever the winds changed directions and  the loose pieces of my soul fell to the ground

everybody turned around to look at what broke the quiet

and I held my breath, for it was better off in silence

you made it seem like you were leaving 

So I fell into the wretched, the lowest of silence

so when you came back

You had to know there was something off

about the silence that you had grown so familiar of.

but oh the silence

with your lips on mine

all that you have said has always been best said in silence

It's strange

how difficult it is to hide tranquility

which otherwise exists as nothingness

to contain the reverbation

the melody of silence

is just as simple

as the quietness itself

the only thing that needs to be done

is that our lips

need to meet 

in silence.