silent moments

in the rhythm of our friendship
we move to the melody of our unwritten song
we sit side by side
holding an ice-cream cone
and a cigarrette
no questions asked..

we measure our strides according
to the hardships we've been through
our feet aching,
to find rhythm with the earth-

quietly we move,
to follow the beat of our hearts
and the tune of our unspoken words-
and this time-
whether we laugh or cry
there's no need to justify ourselves

written my mosadzi_Ayanda on special moments...