If there are no words left to say, then trust in the things that need not be said. Like the wildflower that knows to bloom in spring. Like the winter's arrival laid out by wind. Like the long days of a golden summer, for which the glistening night makes way. If there are no words left to say, I'll still know how to cherish the days. I'll find nuance in kindness. I'll recognise allusion in compassion. And for every breath, I'll know the syllables of what you mean to me. If there are no words left to say, it's because I'm a part of you and you're a part of me.
