Bruised Walls

[inmostcave]

We were fine
many words unspoken
It was a habit
of exchanging caresses
with glances
Murals stiffed eyeing
seeming to know history
of ours
If only its heart still beat,
it would smash
the voiceless banters.

It aged with ourselves
but wisdom was its trait
one we didn't have
We threw word after the other
for times we didn't care to count
Disputing misunderstandings, rebuking
the now invisible love.

It befriended silence
not sparing a word
knowing it wouldn't mend
So it stayed mute
as we stare
The now bruised walls
along with
the now empty three words
that no longer built.