Poetry: A Silent Conversation

Words too heavy to speak 

Only to be felt 

To be shared by the warmth of four hands and the steady beat of one breath 

The weight of compassion settles on skin, making the body its home 

An air of melancholic acceptance grows, filling any space left between 

Our past pales to a placid gray, 

Yet this embrace remains etched in color 

A silent conversation between head and heart Through an act so simple