Look through those eyes
Which speak volumes about tacit love.
Flip through the pages
And travel the alleys of unspoken affection.
Sit by a beautiful bout
Contemplating over things left unsaid.
Everything that has been left behind,
In the abyss,
Cover up that void
To fill yourself.
Distance is such a small thing
When love has got your back.
While the time will continue its journey
The bunch of memories shall hug you
With an inexplicable concern
To caress the wounds spawned by distance.