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 we never said
It glows where silence used to tread
We warm our hands on what's gone cold
And speed through pauses we still hold
Mugs rest beside each other
One chilled,
one barely used
You ask if I've seen the weather
And not 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 speed 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
We stay in unspoken praise If love is breath then our skill 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 speed through pauses
we still hold
Snowless or soulless course