We don’t talk anymore
We share the same space
Though,
In a confined space of the vehicle
Across the town,
You bury yourself in a magazine
I am lost in the dreams of my own
The only voice of silence is the blaring horns
That are drowned out by the sound of a
Melancholic melody
This right here is beautiful
The space between us now converses
In time and matter
Energies merge
You are me and I am you
And we don’t need to talk anymore
So we let this angelic silence take over
While we are lost in the life of our own
This is great.
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