The Silence
Dusk stitches us together
we make love gently, lay quietly
all arguments briefly forgotten.
Later the patter of rain on a windowpane
began to draw us apart us;
we listened to the silence
between each raindrop
counted time in heartbeats.
Both of us watching an earlier intimacy
drain away into ennui once more.
Strange but it’s the unsaid
that most clearly spell out:
it's over.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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