I guess the silence between us lasts longer than usual.
And it feels like we never talk.
But then you bring me coffee when I am annoyed with work.
Kissing me when I feel terrible about everything with life
Me holding you, while you have one of your silent breakdowns.
Our thoughts for each other are symphonies that abate turmoils.
Why do you require words to define ‘forever’?
I have not written a romantic one in quite some time. Enjoy! Don’t forget to check out poetryhive for the prompts.