There is a lot left to say,
About the silence that extends endlessly,
Between you and me.
Like a dark cloud, it looms overhead,
Threatening to drop at any moment,
Into thousand scattered memories.
It refuses to pass on or ebb away into nothingness,
Growing heavy with burden
Of words left unsaid.
Shall we leave things as is
Give up on each other-
And drift our separate ways?
Will this silence tug at us?
Hold us forever in place?
Refusing to let us go about-
Ignoring this mess.

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