our cocoon of silence is
not a mutual punishment.
we breathe inside silence, you
and i, feeding off the unuttered
thoughts that dangle in the air,
pulling the invisible strings until
they rest on our beating hearts.
you know me, and i know you.
ours is not silence as withholding—
it is silence with holding.
silence with entwined hands.
silence with bowed heads,
in appreciation of our quiet communion.
words have been the crutch we never needed, white noise that belonged outside of us.
and so when you sigh, i sigh,
it means i love you.