Unsayed Words

After the storm, there's a thickening haze,

a silence that stretches, its sharp edges graze.

A knock at the door, the clock tick-tocks,

each sound a reminder, this heart still blocks.

Words like daggers thrown with bitter grace,

now linger in shadows, dance in their place.

Time wears heavy, each second delayed,

a quiet unraveling, a softness betrayed.

In this unmade truce, where hearts still ache,

can love find its way through silence we break?