Silence, shadows linger in the room,
Unspoken words like ghosts between them drift.
They seek the bridge to span this chasm wide,
But find no path that leads to where they stand.
Their eyes, averted, hold a secret deep,
A tale untold, a riddle in the dark.
One voice, a pebble cast in tranquil ponds,
Creates no waves to break the other’s calm.

In passive tones, one wields a hidden knife,
A smile conceals the sharpness of their edge.
They speak in circles, leaving key truths out,
And build a maze where simple paths should be.
Each half-truth sown with calculated care,
Becomes a barrier the other cannot cross.

Thoughts weave in threads of fragile hope,
Yet they unravel, lost in empty air.
What barriers have risen in their minds?
What walls of silence, high and thick, confine?
Each question released returns unanswered,
An echo of the void where both now dwell.

In this still prison, built of their own making,
How do they find the key to set them free?
The hearts speak loud, yet ears refuse to hear,
And in this quiet, loneliness prevails.
Where words once flowed, now only silence reigns,
And every day, the distance grows anew.