Days pass
as hollow breaths,
counted one after the other;
our hearts beating in syncopation.
To the steady beat
of no music,
we dance along barren roads,
heel to toe;
waltzing the thin line
between the open road
and an empty promise.
Trembling lips offer
the careless vibrations
of your persistent speech
as we take our steps
forward,
moving as one being.
The dance ends,
and our fingers entwine
while we wait for applause
to swell within deaf ears.
We meander on mindlessly,
waving to the passers
in the streets, miles away,
who watched us dance
from such great heights;
wishing they knew how.
