if we keep still and keep it hushed, no one will find us here.
not even the anger in us we keep stored for bitter moments.
no one knows our secret place like we do.
its the line between love and disappointment that challenges us;
the line that connects the curves of your face to the crook of my neck.
and if you keep real still, sometimes you hear our quiet desperation for each other.
this is the silence that puts me to bed at night.
this is the silence that keeps you a part of me.