The Silence Between Us Grew Too Loud

A cycle of poems «The Last Letter I Burned Was My Own»

The shadows fall, the night is cold,
A story lost, never told.

Whispers fade into the night,
Gone with dreams that lost their light.

The silence between us grew too loud,
A storm inside, beneath the cloud,
Words unspoken, hearts disavowed,
In the quiet, we're alone in the crowd.

I reached for you, but found the space,
Where love once lived, now just a trace.
Your eyes once bright, now turned away,
A fading hope that slipped astray.

Whispers fade into the night,
Gone with dreams that lost their light.

The silence between us grew too loud,
A storm inside, beneath the cloud,
Words unspoken, hearts disavowed,
In the quiet, we're alone in the crowd.

Echoes haunt these empty halls,
Broken promises on the walls.
We built a bridge too frail to stand,
Now lost forever in shifting sand.

If love could speak, it’d beg us stay,
But silence stole our words away.
A final breath, a last goodbye,
Beneath the mute and heavy sky.

The silence holds what we once knew,
A fading light, a rising dew.
Between us now, the distance proud,
The silence between us grew too loud.