No One To Tell

Searing love does not fade It simply lies in wait in hollow partitions Prone to sudden gusts of breathlessness These come in waves Some driving brusque prickles Others curling unhinged senses into further disorder Yet others stirring a cruel blend of cupidity and reason The waves prompt a light-headed introspection About confidence in a fractured shell About love with no one to tell They commit to change But winds carry a familiar scent Songs are about us And she’s in every silhouette The scent and songs swirl around the hollow partition like dreams Walls are tested to the point of rapture And still, there is no one to tell Memories merge with the scent and songs Crafting a cogent immunity to time Our past is fused Changing seasons bear credence to the tenet of hope But tomorrow hangs on meanings crammed into last words Laughter ceases And searing love seeks deliverance… But there is no one to tell