Beautiful Silence

There’s a silence I don’t understand

Words we won’t mention

Things I don’t recognize

I thought I knew you almost like the back of my hand

But the problem with hands

They get broken and beaten and bruised

They are so close

Yet we wonder

When did that get there?

You know I’m not the same

A different feature on the back of your hand too

But maybe just maybe like the puzzle pieces that fit together just right

Our scars will collide and match together

Making us beautiful once again