An autumn’s Spring
Updated: Apr 23, 2020
Of the unspoken emotions That we reflect in a fight, Of the innocent intents Howling out of our souls Lies our light, For we know what WE are made of It’s those pauses and not words Emotions unspoken, not Unheard.
For the moments Of voids and gaps, Like holding a vacuum And feelings unknown, back. For the silence, That slowly creep into US, Gnawing on all That is left of the throat for thirst.
The nights that follow Are not as dark, For your seeking arms Rip the voids apart; Your breath on my skin Instills a being Like every Autumn Has it’s Spring.