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Words Not Spoken

They never say it.

But he knows she thinks it, he knows how she feels.

Late at night while there lost in a passionate embrace he hears her moan the name oh so quietly into his neck scorching his skin and freezing his blood.

He never tells her he hears the words that she tries so hard to hide, but she knows he does.

They smile like everything's alright, masking the pain of a heart that knows not.

She reaches up a soft smooth hand to tenderly touch his face.

In her big brown eyes he sees what she refuses to say.

'You have his face, but you're not him'.

They both know the truth, but sometimes it is better left unsaid.

He enjoys the moment as she lays her head down on his chest brown hair sprawling across bare skin.

Maybe it's better to enjoy these brief moments together than to be alone to their grief.

To ignore the tears that he feels fall on his exposed skin from brown eyes.

Maybe they'll be alright if they can pretend.

That sometimes when they stare into each others eyes he doesn't see the words 'I wish it had been you' written so clearly across her face.

Maybe if she can pretend that she doesn't see, so clearly on his.

'As do I'.

They never say it.

But they both know.