It is these simple moments that mean the most
And force me to become lost in simple prose
You saw us at our best today
I am glad you missed us yesterday
I would hate to shatter the reality
That you think is but an exageration
But friend you would be suprised
He seems to have crossed the line this time
And love has gotten lost on the floor
Rolling through the dust and tranquility

I cut the silence with this knife
And ate it with this fork
Enveloped in it like a blanket
Tucked in by daily chores
I held this hand out to you
I beg you for your grasp
But instead of holding onto me
You left me stuck inside this trap
Fogotten now upon this shelf
Alone in silence and in fear
Wishing I could break your shell
And pull you inside of here
You say so much with your silence
It helps to heal the pain
Sadly the thought of your hurtful words
Persistently remains

You say so much more in your silence
Than in a thousand long versed poems