We Won't Talk Anymore

The sound of crickets chirping echoes in the night,
The stars shine dimly in the dark sky,
A soft and gentle breeze rustles the woods leaves,
And I am but a silent being,
In the vast abyss which is midnight.
Bullfrogs croak while spiders spin their web,
The streetlights show but a glimpse of pavement
Nothing stirs.

I sit in my dark room,
On my familiar bed,
While the inability to sleep continues to haunt me.
I listen to the quiet night,
How nothing moves,
Almost as if there is no life,
Until the unfamiliar sound of a pebble
Scattering across the gray tar,
Is heard.

The noise is startling
Yet deep down I know,
That that tiny pebble was kicked by you.
Swarms of memories swallow my mind,
And the image of you comes crawling back.
Mistakes that were made,
Hearts that were broken,
Words exchanged that can never be taken back,
My heart that silently aches.

The scent of a distant cigarette fills my lungs,
And the glow on your ash stands out against the pitch black sky.
Knowing that you are so close to me,
Yet so far tears me apart at times,
For there once was a time you would come to my window,
And now you are right outside,
But a world apart.

Our eyes never meet,
Our heads never turn.
We see one another
Yet we choose to pretend
That our past never occurred,
That we never loved each other.

Yet we both know,
That when dusk turns to night,
And the night is quiet,
That we are both awake,
We are both searching,
Looking to see if we can catch a glimpse,
Hear a pebble,
Smell a cigarette.

We won't talk anymore,
We won't even look each other in the eye,
Yet in the twilight,
We are both searching for the other.