Silence
Like a long, weary night.
Silence
Like truth too hard to let go.

Empty hallways, empty spaces.
Silence prevails
Like an ordinary day.
Actions mean nothing,
No words being spoken.
Yet hearts do speak
Silently, honestly.
Longing to connect
To each other for so long.
The nights are cold,
But the enduring passion
Remains to warm
Our solitary days.

However honesty
Has become too much.
The only thing that is left for us
Are stolen glances.
Few, stolen glances
That are remnants
Of a love that is found and lost.