Waiting for the Silence to Shrink

Sometimes, what happens between two people

grows larger than reality itself.

The distance widens.

The silence settles in.

We no longer laugh the same way.

We no longer love the same way.

The silence has become enormous,

and the space between us

has grown loud.

You stare into nothing,

waiting for everything.

Waiting for all the things

that were left behind in a single kiss.

You are left holding the love,

while your heart wages war

and your mind drifts through darkness.

It is no longer what it used to be.

Not bad.

Not good.

Just different.

We spend our nights chasing the sheep

we were supposed to count before falling asleep.

We wander along rivers in our dreams.

Maybe they are only moments.

Only passing events.

Nothing can be that terrible.

But can it be good enough?

All that remains

is to wait for the silence to grow smaller.

To let time do what everyone says it does.

"Give it time."

That is what they always say.

But does time always heal?

I stay.

And I no longer know

whether I am waking up,

or still dreaming.