Some days silences between us
seems so soft and warm...
a comfort of known
as an old blanket in winters
which enwraps me with out suffocating.
It doesn't have the sharp edges
of a broken mirror.
It fills the space around,
without intruding into my existence
into my body.
Fulfills the needs of skin
like an intimate caress,
like a smell one like very much.
sometimes the silence between us...