Heavy with the Unspoken

When there are no words the silence fills the space and grows heavy with the unspoken. Each gesture, each glance takes on a significance, takes on the weight of those unspoken words. A touch – like that brush of my fingertips against your bare skin - sends a shock, a jolt through you as if the power of words has been changed into touch.

In the silence, time seems to slow, almost halt, only the distant sound of desultory bird song in the hot summer air carries through the silence in this room. It is as though the world outside the window, apart from a half-defeated breeze that twitches the curtains, hardly exists any more.

We don't need it anyway.

We turned against the world when it seemed to turn against us; when it seemed to conspire against us ever finding this space to be alone together. It seemed that world needed too many words, too many justifications, too many explanations, too many excuses, too many expressions of regret and of loss before it would leave us in peace.

Here we can stay alone together, far away from those places where all those words were necessary. Here we can stay inside this silence that says far more than words ever could. Here we do not have to explain or justify; here we need no excuses, not any more.