A powerful sound,
Yet ever so quiet
As a mouse or a rodent
Creeping against the cream-tiled floor.
A mutter or a whisper
Accompanied by averted glances
Away from the one person you cared about the most
But still making so much noise on the inside.
It is something so loud,
Yet so quiet: as soft as a meek whisper or a slight tip tap.
It can be overlooked so quickly
And can be frowned upon
In the midst of a crowd, or in a debate.
But at the same time,
It can be appreciated in a quiet study room
Or a student laboratory.
But what about between us?
The two people that want to talk and exchange feelings
Yet are too wary to because of past mistakes or past pains?
What do we do?
Embrace the silence between us,
Or destroy it?