
We sit in comfortable silence,
A conversation without words,
Conveying more in a language of our own,
Passing meanings through
A touch,
A smile,
A laugh,
A blush,
A nudge,
A wink.
What is that sigh?
That look?
Anger?
Discontent?
Annoyance?
What’s wrong? Tell me.
Your silent treatment is deafening.
I have no words.
We never talk any more.

Silence is a place where shadows lie or where the sun ahines bright depending on the time. I kike the poem
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Says so much …I like to read you poem out loud …I think you get a different perspective then and thanks you have reminded me to get back to writing poetry again .
Cherryx
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I love this.
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