Tears Will Heal
It is that moment when love becomes personal,
a rather sudden turn,
a memory regards sweet desire
a quiet silence would suggest nostalgia,
Or there is always the stunning truth,
when the pleasantries are passed along,
one is unable to speak their mind,
while the other hangs on every last fiber.
It is that crossing point when the tears begin,
with words draw emotion the pain becomes
a real reminder just how quickly it is gone,
when then the silence is only heard.
I love you, the thought of you, the notion,
the memory, the soft tease of your hair
in my fingertips while your smile led me
to believe this did feel as right as now.
Though now my words are an echo,
a chamber of only me shouting out loud
with no one to listen, no knowledge of hearing
your quiet breathing nearby my soul
In my heart, I do want you to understand
the pangs of freedom your silence does demand.