White Noise

Once upon a time there were two souls

Souls that once rowed at the same pace

Despite the difference in time or place

Souls that sought adventure and tranquility

Stand now in an ocean of inescapable hostility

An ocean saturated with deceptions and disillusions

Disenchantment made way for confusions and exclusions

Laughter dissipated

Talking turned into arguing

Between them now: not silence, but white noise

A static hum of half-truths and almosts

Crept into the corners and crevices of their souls

The loss of love led to this eternal echo of what ifs

Is the silence comforting?

Or is it just white noise—

deafening everything left unsaid?