Silent Speakers Sit Close in the Dark

Silent speakers sit close in the dark, on

Cold damp stone steps a gulf apart.

Shadows of figures slink past,

Oblivious to silent speakers in the dark

Chill air soaks through their skin,

The night runs wild, gleefully tantalising.

She feels lost, empty- back to where they've been,

His touch soaks through her chill skin

Drops of sadness falling from the skies,

The loneliness that couldn't fall from their eyes

She’s dry; an aching dry pain, there feeling aching dry rain.

The cry of despair is trapped inside,

Punching at rebounding walls-

She can’t escape and the angel falls.