"Take the room, my love. The air is yours."
Eyes shine wide and silver undertones
Bursts at heart threads choking embraced
"What? Silence is deadly when used as such"
You smile as always showing not even a grimm remorse
The recorder starts its crackling and sputtering
The room seems to fill with these uninviting sounds
"This is recorded, my love. What a consummate form of adoration"
A silence
"I will not cry for you this time"
Finally spoken up and shattered in one easy motion
"Well then, romantic verses cant save me now."
A kiss, smile, a broken recording with the sounds of nothing
"This leaves little room for oxygen"
Calling all cars, I collapse on the train
Maybe it was just not enough to keep my heart beating
"Sorry, my love. I have not made a proper introduction."