There is something meaningful
about the silence that two people share,
there is a depth to it, yet it is not heavy;
like the experience of being underwater
and not moving at all, merely floating,
just lying under the blanket of silence.
People who share a million decibels
worth of conversation, only in a turn of
the minute hand, often those people
are linked with an invisible string,
for they can speak noiselessly, voicelessly.
In is in those moments of silence
that they take in everything about each other,
the craters in one’s left eye, the scar on their cheek,
the way their eyes flicker back and forth,
the way one’s fingers are interlocked.
It is those moments of silence
that leave an imprint of their minds forever,
such that when they meet again, millions
of turns of the minute hand later,
and they look into each other’s eyes,
they bathe in the memories
of their silence.