our mouths are full
with thoughts we can't express,
and the day is lost to words;
bits and pieces of lost-to-honest self
transcending our existence
with each minute that rolls down and drips
off our cheeks staining the garments
that grace a skin so full of memories,
it could spill over the edge.
we find ourselves lost in shackles of
irony, and we are tethered to a youth
we cannot escape, left wandering
in our own presence.
offering peace for piece of mind,
we stop to realize that the water
glistens a particular way when the twilight
gives birth to evening and falls away
into the stillness of midnight.
these silent illuminations cast our shadows
on the wall in an attempt at capturing beauty
in motion and portraying the sound of silence
in rhythm, while all of the seeming tragedy
is left to dissipate on the floor behind the doorway.