There's something indescribable about stale wine
and his thoughtful face

that brings happiness
to my chosen silence
He was destined to be here,

we are fated to keep our hearts
tied tightly to our lips

locked underneath our dry sadness
No more use in searching for
hidden meanings and secrets
buried deep inside our future,

this path is a circle with a beginning and no ends
We are disturbed
by our choices

We are haunted by our own footsteps

We sit parallel to each other’s unveiled poetry
That’s how it will always be:

unspoken, unforgotten and unkept

XO- Magz.