I can see the cracks forming
In the windows to your soul
Creeping past
Any effective frame of mind
A single touch
A careless word
Will shatter the glassy orbs
That held such trust within
And let in a frigid wind
To steal what little warmth remains

I cannot speak
Fear of stepping wrong
Has choked my empty apologies
For that which I wish were true
But can never change
No matter how perfect we would be

But my silence speaks more
Than I would ever choose to reveal
And I am forced to watch
As the bitter shards of a broken heart
Are swallowed with such cold efficiency
That I bleed just to feel a trickle of warmth
On my frigid skin

The salt water that flows down my face
Could not fill a thimble
But it weighs my every step
As I turn and walk away