and i wait here numbly, as time passes
grating away every moment, breathing out
and she runs to me like a child to its mother
but the feeling is not there, estranged

the greatest things are faith,hope,and love,
but the greatest of these is silence,
waiting for the moment to cut the ropes,
she waits for me to speak, but lungs are empty

do i continue, as a cad, a self indulgent fool,
shall i wear her arm as a watch or sleeve,
or do i break the silence and let phrases turn to pain,
and truths turn to swords leaving corpses in their path?