Enough
Nothing we said was enough. We sat in silence, breathing with the howling wind, the shifting fire, the roaring sea.
It was enough to pour another cup of tea, tuck the blanket a little tighter. The ticking clock marked time. Time brightened the room like quartz in a cave.
Everything was said as we sat in silence. If I had you back, I'd sit much closer, tell you, nothing we said could ever be enough.
Nothing we said was enough. We sat in silence, breathing with the howling wind, the shifting fire, the roaring sea.
It was enough to pour another cup of tea, tuck the blanket a little tighter. The ticking clock marked time. Time brightened the room like quartz in a cave.
Everything was said as we sat in silence. If I had you back, I'd sit much closer, tell you, nothing we said could ever be enough.
Nothing we said was enough. We sat in silence, breathing with the howling wind, the shifting fire, the roaring sea.
It was enough to pour another cup of tea, tuck the blanket a little tighter. The ticking clock marked time. Time brightened the room like quartz in a cave.
Everything was said as we sat in silence. If I had you back, I'd sit much closer, tell you, nothing we said could ever be enough.
30cm x 20cm (12” x 8”)
Acrylic/collage on paper
Original