The same day, the same night, and the same saga.
The same room, the same person, and the same conversation.
The scene is replicating itself over and over again like an endless loop.
It’s all the same yet everything is so different.
The words are no longer flowing out.
There’s a tightness in their throats.
They're forming their coherent thoughts alone.
It might be because of all this love inside them
But it could also be entirely something else.
No one knows what to say, that's alright.
They've been through enough for it already.
(They both know there’s more than enough to be said.
They’re just scared to say it..!)
(They’re both aware of where they stand..!)

© Ayushi