After All This Time

Your words settle like sunsets
As the day grows quiet and the
Night steps forward alone
From the shadows of time
I am often mute in your presence
Perceiving the art of conversation
As a loss of love
I have never spoken the language
Of logic but I know smiles and touch
And the meaning of gazes that
Rip the sky apart at its seams
While you and I dance somewhere
Between the clarity of light and
The darkness of psychologies
That we never speak aloud

Author: Erica V.

Always seriously joking and rambunctiously soft-spoken.

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