Between us, not a word spoken.
Words turn frail and logics fail.
But even buried under the mounts of
unspoken words and silent screams,
the heart knows what it knows.
I will always gravitate to where you are,
like a compass always finding north,
like two magnets of opposite ends,
or like two ships joined together by a single mooring –
far from dismissive.
I will always find you,
and you, me;
and I, us;
even without anything
either said, spoken, or written,
even if it is in the darkest of all abyss
and the vastness of the lost sea.
and in each other
we will always be.