Sweet nothings we spoke
All from a distance
Perfect in the longing of the wait
If only I could say the same when the distance was broken
But we all had was unrehearsed closeness between strangers
Strangers…
That is what we are
Though close,
Distant is what we long to be yet again
And this is the only time silence is appreciated between two people
When silence becomes our sweet harmony
When silence becomes a poem.
