Silent Echoes

Distant from rest, our love wasn't the rain , not thunder nor quake , it resided in profound silence, to the extent of hearing eachother's thoughts, Like echoes blending into one, In these moments , found solace and grace , a language of Whispers, Like secret trysts. But I ruined it all , draining the hues from your eyes , yours eyes once vibrant , now stained with stories unsaid , all I glimpsed was blurry lines , that's the end of us , a love that can't be whole .