It Was Him, Her And

It was him, her and awkward silence 

Their past too crystal clear 

Their memories near and dear 

But their words uttered with hesitation and fear 

Fear that each would be hurt 

Fear that those words will bring up the past 

Of how it transitioned from mirth to sorrow 

Of how they now were hiding in an oblivious burrow 

Everyday, the same question asked 

How did they land in such darkened grounds 

How their comfort no longer had a pompous sound 

How the together painted pictures weren’t as profound 

Shall we walk a step ahead 

Shall we seek the reason for this distress 

Shall we question our untied knots 

Or shall we silently wait for one to drown out 

Why do humans hesitate to ask? 

Why their minds are caged behind contemplating bars 

Why can’t, for once, our hearts dominate 

Why are those regrets sure to resonate? 

For once, he asks, she answers with her truthful gaze 

And the puzzle pieces slowly wander in the clearing haze 

And maybe, there’s just a chance to reconcile, to tie the knots 

Of all those floundering memories, too precious to give up