Silence

Does the silence
ever really become
comfortable
or does the silence
become worse?
Does the silence
ever really become
comfortable
or am I just
questioning everything
you’ve ever said,
during that
moment of comfortable
silence?
Does the silence
ever really become
comfortable
or is it just me,
preparing myself to
walk away?
If I’ve found love,
then why the silence?
Shouldn’t there be
constant conversation?

Love Story

I know your story as,
you know mine.
You know my chapters,
as I know yours.
Can we take on anew?
You writing for me and
me writing for you?