The space
between our silence
is where we lived.

Our heartbeat—
the sun and moon.

Glances
what your eyes revealed

that your soul
couldn’t speak.

Silence that bends time
echoing louder than
a rung bell ever could.

The moments
between breath
I heard you speak
what your heart wished

It could confess.
I live in the ether of
where your silence speaks.

I’d feel these moments
of stillness
taking root
etched in every crevice of
my star-forged body
but rippled through my heart.

Until our silence
was broken—
once again.