Fractured Quietus
– Virinchi Virivinti
We’ll never speak again...
Even the flowers that once comforted hearts
have withered away.
Though we sit side by side,
words no longer pass between us.
To remain silent
requires more preparation
than to speak.
Let no one suspect,
no one ask why
the mirror cracked.
The clock atop the tower
holds no value now.
Even if the wristwatch
refuses to show the time...
what does it matter?
Hour hands carry kindness,
second hands carry cruelty—
We don’t even know
why we try to stop the hours.
The hands that love
can also wound.
The heart that loves
is the one that shatters.
Tell me—
why would anyone dream
for someone else?
Soft words
can deceive so well...
While harsh sentences,
the anger that frightens—
shine with such strange honesty.
Let the heart
keep speaking in its own tongue.
Let the silence
remain steady,
unshaken.
Those who left—
maybe they never left at all,
maybe they just moved deeper
into the heart.
Maybe they meet us in dreams,
rocking us to sleep…
So please...
Let me sleep
just a little longer.
