Her trembling hands are clasped in yours.
Wringing in a vain effort to make your mouth work.
Looking up as the rhythmic rain beats in time with the silence of pain.
Her lips won't speak but can't you hear the salty sadness.
Cry slipping down her cheek,
It falls from the corner of her eye.
Oh, she's on a bus to nowhere now.
And your eyes are following the brake lights,
As they flicker and further compound.
The distance between two once unified.
You've got denial down to a science.
"We can make it if you stay".
In the two minutes of soggy silence.
That's all she wanted me to say.
Words uttered in the silence of the mind,
Are now draped in darkness as the moment dies on the vine.
Pen touches paper as the mind makes amends.
Smiling in an effort to forgive and forget.