We sat there in silence,
Neither of us had any more to say,
All of our efforts
Led us to this place,
Silent and eerie
As if we were strangers
Who did not know the souls of one another,
Sad
Exhausted faces,
Rocking chairs, rocking thoughts,
One angled to the window
The other to the dying fire,
Never had eyes met with such defeated love.
Deep breaths take up far more space than silence,
Yet nothing more would pass our lips
Do I grow old in this seat?
Or move past the window glass?
I will see you anon,
I cannot live on breath alone
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