The air is thick, heavy with the weight of words unsaid,
A canyon carved by silence where once laughter tread.
I call your name, but it fades into the hollow,
Echoes swallowed by the stillness, leaving me to wallow.
Your eyes are locked, yet they turn away,
A fortress I can’t breach, no matter what I say.
Did my words bruise? Did my touch betray?
I trace the steps of yesterday, hoping for a clue, a ray.
The fear gnaws slowly, a shadow in my chest,
It whispers of endings, of love laid to rest.
What crime did I commit, what sin have I sown,
To stand here now, aching, utterly alone?
I replay moments, every glance and tone,
Searching for the shard that cut through bone.
But the silence is louder than any cry,
And in it, I hear the question: Will we die?
Yet even in this quiet, I hold tight,
To the memory of us bathed in softer light.
I beg your silence to yield, to break,
For the sake of the bond we cannot fake.
So I wait, trembling, hoping you’ll see,
That no sound, no word, could undo what we could be.
But in this pause, this fragile, bitter refrain,
I am left to wonder if love will rise again.