A small window,
Only the frame,
Lost its shutters
Can\'t stop the rain
Standing near the window,
Breaths touching their skins
Hands hanging limp
Afraid they might give in
A love sign,
Chiseled on the frame
Obscured scribbling,
Someone tried to leave a name
Pregnant pauses,
Halts in flow of words
Trying to say something
Words are getting lost
Stealing glances,
As if it\'s a crime
Feelings scream
\'You are mine\'
May be,
It\'s better this way
Part ways.
With unspoken words to say
Our words limit
What we can say.
We mean more
When we choose not to say