Unspoken Secrets

Those silent,

unspoken secrets.

Carried by the flutter of

cold fingertips and liquid eyes

That melt, with the rest

of the world,

Oblivious.

Oblivious to the sounds

of the unsaid, the looks

that may have been just looks.

But we all know,

That they were more,

For every look is a thought,

shared, remembered,

Somewhere in the infinite

grey of the mind.