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