in the silence - the only echo one hears is the beating of the heart.. pining for that memory and knowing that it cannot be retrieved or replayed now just craving for the future that brings more of that bliss..
the angst of an unspoken word from a sullen lover is easily felt despite its incessant throbbing..it knows when it's troubled or at least feel the hurt and the pain of its counterpart..
now needing to reach out through all that distance, to clear the cobwebs of doubt and try to heal the wounded one so that they can again bond together, unaffected by time, distance or circumstances..
in continuing to do so it whispers only what the other can hear ..whispering a love that both hold dear
