The Silence of Winter

Invisible hands will thaw the frozen year If only sun could do the same For the silent pair who sit in stilted air... The two, who ride the transit bus, Going here and there.... Sadly,... who knows where?.....And sadder still, is do they care? With a winter's chill between them, stripped and bare She wears a cloak of tweed to keep her warm He braves the cold hunched in a coat of brown I see them there and wonder how it came to this How silence breeds, while they have passed through years.. They board as two, a married couple, yes But winter chills their very depth Their eyes are vacant, nothing left Of spring, of love, togetherness When distance looms across the room Where love once bloomed, but now is gone Observed among a crowded bus Or in the small café No words are left to say? No hands to grasp, no questions asked No tender glance, don’t touch… don’t touch I wonder how it came to be? These two who vowed to always love Do seasons come and leave such dust When winter’s wind turns love to rust? And winter’s breath chill hearts to stone They live as one, yet stare alone It isn’t hate, it isn’t love, it isn’t care, it isn’t much…. Just the icy, slippery grip of time .....and a deadly winter's touch