Silence was the last word we spoke. It filled the air heavy with forevers and the failing smells of yesterday. ‘This wasn’t my intention…’ is now a haunting. The ghost of whispering thoughts I’ve bled these nights dry with tears. So, here’s to sleepless cold and dreams of insecurity, and like before, I’m left with silence and the sound of a heart breaking. Its pieces crumble to the floor. Promise falls quiet between stillness and silence. I hear your voice say, ‘My child, I will pick up the pieces.’ Promise falls quiet between stillness and silence