What does love sound like?
He asked
Recalling a series of smiles 
and intense
eye contact
that would often 
beckon back and 
	forth 
		between
	the two.
They’d sit there for hours
letting the shadow move across 
the raggedy carpet 
that clearly needing changing 
but was clinging on for dear life.
So often love didn’t 
Sound like anything.
Perhaps the gentle breeze 
or the distant conversations 
from passers-by
as they rested their heads on 
each others shoulders.
A comfortable silence,
One which allowed them to observe the world together 
without saying a word.
It was a chance to let their 
Mouths rest
Whilst their bodies 
constantly communicated
feelings of
that were too complicated 
to describe,
those feelings would 
hang there,
	suspended like drawings 
	in an art gallery
	conveying so much 
	   in the confined space 
	   of the frame.
As they sat there
taking in the view of the city
they were,
	for a moment or two
belonging to the beautiful 
	landscape 
	   themselves.
If only someone had
recognised the painting 
they were living out,
	things may have stayed the same.