unspoken language

In the symphony of our togetherness, silence emerged,

a dialect of tears, anger, and jealousy,

crafting an unwelcome lexicon.

Once, our shared laughter and gentle griefs

composed the verses of our unique discourse.

I would've embraced every linguistic challenge,

learning the nuances of the world's languages for you,

except for the one that arose from the ashes of our love.

For that one, no translation is desired,

it echoes in the void.