In the quiet echoes of our home, shadows dance,
Words unsaid linger in the spaces between,
Hearts heavy with the weight of untold dreams,
A tapestry woven with threads of silence and longing.

Each morning rises with subdued hopes,
The sun peeks through curtains, hesitant and shy,
Yet the warmth struggles to reach our hearts,
As we navigate the chasm between us.

Eyes meet, but voices falter, lost in the void,
Love, a whisper beneath the surface, yearning,
To bridge the distance, to mend the fractures,
Yet fear holds us, prisoners of our own making.

But within the stillness, a seed of change lies,
A tender promise of mending, of healing,
For beneath the layers of silence and fear,
Love remains, waiting to be set free.