There has always been silence between us.
Your refusal to share and my restrain to express.
There has alway been space between us.
Your fear in repeating the history and
my patience in seeing things through.
There has always been harmony between us.
Your hesitation in baring your soul and the fortress I built for my failing heart.
We can continue like this to the end numbed and lost.
We may pierce the bubble with equal measure.
Both you and I know there is no safer place than here for our long gone, burntout, wayward souls.
