The kettle hums like memory
Steam folds around our breath
We trade half sentences slowly
Winter speaks what's left
There's frost between words when I'm sad
It glows where silence used to tread
We warm our hands on what's gone cold
And speak through pauses we still hold
Mugs rest beside each other One shipped,
one barely used
You ask if I've seen the weather I nod,
our meanings fused
There's frost between words we never
said It glows where silence used to tread
We warm our hands on what's gone cold
And speak through pauses we still hold
In quiet
rooms we almost know That warmth can freeze too slow
Still we wait for speech to thaw Tracing what we never saw
The window fog forgets our face We stay in unspoken grace
If love is breath then our still
stirs Beneath the frost between words
There's frost between words we never
said It glows where silence used to tread
We warm our hands on what's gone cold
And speak through pauses we still hold
Snow rests on soundless chords