They speak some
They seek more
Questions hidden behind answers
Doubts giving way to wonderment
Wonderment unearthing more doubts
They gravitate close
But never touch
As they flip pages of bewilderment
Is there more to the story?
Or do dying embers wait to be revealed?
They waltz to a song
They call their own
Yet shy away from giving it a name
The past and the present collide
To form a crescendo of uncertain waves
Yet the heart yearns
Each for the other
Silent and tentative, hoping to come together
Perhaps they will, one moment
When the whispers will overcome the roars
The day finally merging with the night