Unspoken Words

The quiet stretches, heavy like fog,

each breath a balloon, about to ignite.

A teacup spills secrets, tea stains like a cog,

silence hangs thick, a canvas of night.

Words unspoken, like weights in the air,

clutter the space between us like dust.

This aftermath lingers, a wound laid bare,

a fight left unresolved, emotions combust.