Words,
You speak, I listen.
But the questions you ask,
I have no answers to.
Walking,
With my back to you.
You walk not alongside me but slowly trailing behind me,
In the footprints I leave behind.
Footsteps,
A pounding rhythm like raindrops on a rooftop.
Slowly becoming less noticeable,
Only to be filled with the growing silence.
You see, my mind has had enough,
My heart no longer runs on love but the hope of loving you in a new world.
A world in that does not separate us and spit on our infatuation.
Despise us and call us unworthy of love.
But a place fill with silence, with only a single sound.
The sound of our beating hearts.
Until then we must go our separate ways,
Sink into the busy world.
Our current reality, in the silence.
Silence,
Quiet at last.
~ Khayaah Holmes
Oct. 10th, 2020.
