Things we found in silence.

There are some things we keep secret..
Moving lightly-
Treading water.
Whispering.
The night knows your story, even if no one else ever will.
It knows how you looked with your back to the field, accepting an embrace not given with love.
It knows how lost your eyes were..
How hollow your heart had felt; remembering.
There are some things we keep secret..
Even when we want to scream.
Want to jump.
Want to sink.
We just fade into the background noise,
Lost in moments that have gathered age.
Whispering the things we found in silence.

M.