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