Silence is Golden

I hold you in my arms,
as we stand under a store’s awning.
It gives us protection from the rain
while I give you protection from the cold.

Don’t tell me
you’re having a good time.
Look through my eyes
and smile.

I take off my watch,
attempting to stop time
as winds bellow louder.

It’s no use.

The constraint of hours
weighs down on us
and we say our reluctant goodbyes.

I’ll give you a call tomorrow.