The Silence of Passion

Inside the quiet

a pulse, a response, soft repeat

in love is silence


When while we wonder

a city of miles in between

does your mind wander


if for miles of day

a calendar of tragedy

becomes reality


could our lives matter

in the scheme of things we dance

standing in water


we might feel a breeze

wading upon a romantic wave

we remember when


love is not meant

a simple response