The Wait

I worry. There is a silence that has descended and set a clamp upon the day. Words won't come. They stall like frozen shadows then dissipate into air. The chill of something deep in the unspoken grows colder until it seals lips shut with ice. A pale, watery sun hangs like a hollowed out carcass emptied of heat. But I have learnt to wait. It takes time before silence needs to draw a breath and speak, and for the world to thaw once more into love.