You and me
Walking lakeside
No holding hands
Just comforting
In complete silence
Nothing left to be said
Nothing more
Nothing new
As we walk
No compulsion
No desire
No arousal
Of the body
Or heart
Or mind
Just me
Just you
When you let me be me
And I let you be you
Where he lets me be me
Where I let him be him
And in between
A vacant space
Of nothingness
Of disquiet
Aversion
Diversion
A torrid escape
Of heaving hearts
Of quiet
Of age
Of Ageing
Of Wrinkles
Of friendship
And giving
And finding yourself
A rediscovering
Of meaninglessness
Of Wordlessness
The lake knows
It knows these things
It’s seen more tears
Than the water it holds
Silent tears
Unrequited tears
Tears that laugh
Tears of the lonely
Deep unconfessed tears
Discomforting tears
Of anger
Of passing time
And disquiet hearts
Of unspoken pain
Of open wounds
Tears are invisible blood
Like sweat
Salty cries
But these moments
Are heavy noiseless cries
Of an unstill soul
Restless body and mind
And yet that weight
Close to the heart
Like an anchor thrown into the open sea
Moving quietly
Gently
Below the water
Landing between
The deep and blue
An open wound
Of uncried tears
Of unsaid words
Of unopened emotions
Of unacknowledged pain
Of unsound stillness
Of unknown sadness
Be still my soul
Dwell on it
Swell with it
Heave with it
The pain
And unsaid truths
That only you must know
And the lake
Of fears
Of grief
Of loss
Of time
Of fortitude
It knows it all
As it whispers
To the wind
As it caresses your hair
Saying it will be fine
One day
Perhaps not today
To live in hope
To change the fear
That nothing ever will make sense
Anymore
Yet it will
Someday
Just not today
Today I will
Dwell on it
Sit with it
That heaviness that weighs me down
With the lake
As witness
For it’s all knowing
It always knows
You can lie to yourself
But not the lake
It’s cold
It sees
It’s all knowing
Never forget
That feeling
Of knowing
That it knows.