Friends?

After the novelty has worn dry
the pictures have been taken down
I hope we can still be friends.

I like the silence
hat sits between-the two of us
the coversations that have pulled up a seat

those that haunt me, when i close my eyes

memories from before

everything that has been said, is said again
replayed and repeated softly

sometimes the silence, doesn't scare me
it's comforting... let it sit for a while
the taste of the lack of words is golden

communication was always our barricade