#SilentConfessions
below the willow,
on a oak wood bench,
the hearts were numb,
the hands were cold,
And a sudden awe,
the rain was raining
in a defining sorrow,
both of us having
an reluctant wish,
the air filled with
full of deception,
the drops of rain
are the tickle of ache,
were looking in
each other's eye,
smelling the regrets,
the eyes were
confessing...