With No Words

They found themselves in nowhere,

Smiling as they got there.

Sharing thoughts of how to prepare

For things that might not be.

Not thinking too much of it,

They both decided to go on.

But at a loss for what would fit

A description of things soon gone.

Minds wander off to this meeting place

Each connecting with the other.

Knowing with no words they oftentimes

Kept track of one another.

This union in the flangiprop

Were their liked minds had come to grope

And everything that could be said

Was felt in the silence no one spoke.

Ria – 2015

In response to the Daily Post prompt – Flangiprop