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
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