Blinding light, darkened by a silence that spells trouble
The art of conversation, ceasing, and with pure intent
There’s a noticeable absence, and one that’s irreplaceable
Now, with no way forward, we wait, and we wait

She knows in her heart she is wrong, or perhaps hurt
Understanding its significance, there are now few words
Seeking solace from her troubles, as time eventually sets in
Packing her bags, at least mentally, though not for long

And with a few coaxing gestures, and as quickly as it began
Over, over and done with, tail between her legs
Apologies never required, just an understanding of her womanhood
Holly’s huff, all too often just a requirement for more love