silence in your eyes
yet such a powerful gaze
a touch so feeble
but such a powerful message!
what are we doing?
that i wonder
i know not
i only know
that now, it's an unspoken tradition
your hand over mine
my leg on top of your leg
all underneath the table
silently agreeing
to remain silent.
bittersweet moments,
of frustrated joy,
an occasional smile,
the answer to it all.
we hope and we die,
but in memories shall remain,
thine smell and thine voice,
thine warmth and thine love.
remember to forget,
memories that never happened,
it never happened,
we never happened,
yet we are,
silent statues,
touching in the winter,
lovingly indifferent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked this poem...problem is I don't know why. The simplicity, then the complexity, all woven with a central theme of reality...reality of love. What process brought this poem to your surface?