Postcards in a drawer
Dates I don’t recall
Coffee stains and corners bent
Still
I keep them all
Postcards in a drawer
Words we never wore
Ink that bled through time and dust
Folded at the core
Some are better left
On a distant shore
Names that never crossed our lips
Don’t fit anymore
We don’t need to say
Every little thing
Silence has a way
To let hearts sing
We don’t need the proof
Or the echo it would bring
Silence has a way
To let hearts sing
Laughing in a park
Caught in Polaroid glare
You were tracing shapes in air
Like secrets only you could share
Winter on the sill
Photos half undone
We kept talking in our eyes
And skipped the sharpened tongue
Let the quiet hold
What the voices sting
Every beat between our breaths
Says everything
We don’t need to say
Every little thing
Silence has a way
To let hearts sing
We don’t need the proof
Or the echo it would bring
Silence has a way
To let hearts sing