Did you call?
I did not hear you speak a word,
And yet,
I thought you did articulate.
We fought, and what not;
And fell so silent,
I looked at you, you looked away,
But I am sure, I heard you say,
Does silence speak?
It has its way.
I gazed into your eyes,
And tried to find,
That little thing,
Which made me feel,
You spoke a lot,
Yet said nothing.
Fights are eternal,
And fleeting peace;
Many say, love’s just a way,
For dopamines to have their say.
It does not speak, and neither do you,
Are you love, hormones or simply dumb?
And blind too.
You do not see, what I perceive,
Intangible, yet palpable.
Silence has its way, and so does love,
It doesn’t matter, what you do not say.
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