Let silence fall

Like ice, cold, bitter sweet hail

Falling into the crevices

Where words are too afraid to go

I slide into the spaces in your elbows

Looking at the deep wells of your passionate eyes

That once made strong knees go weak

You speak French to me


Whenever we do speak

It’s a conversation that goes on for miles

But goes nowhere

Love doesn’t always make sense

But it’s fair


Love always, Ayesha