Eugeny Manyahin — Unspoken

Heat.
Hey, Heat.
The tea is getting cold upon the stand.
You're scrolling through your phone with tired hands.
Outside the city.
Traffic hums alone.
Your jackets on my chair where it belongs.
No need to speak.
There's nothing left
To prove.
The crowded world has finally stopped
Its move.
Just staying here and listening to you breathe
In all this quiet.
Finally
At ease.
Forget about whatever's
Left outside.
We made it through.
We've got nowhere to hide.
The speaker plays a song from long ago.
We learn to let the rush and hurry go.
A simple tune in the crackle of a track.
You close your eyes and lean your
Shoulders back.
Let all the distant places disappear.
I'll keep this moment
Safe right here.
Just stay here
Listening to you breathe
In all this quiet.
Finally
At ease.
Forget about whatever's
Left outside.
We made it through.
We've got nowhere to hide.
Stay a little longer.
Don't
Turn away.
Heat.
Heat.
N heat.
Heat.
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