Unspoken

The love never needs to be said

It's an unspoken and unanimous agreement

That will stay the same until we are all dead.

We go different ways

We live in a different place

But we all remain the same.

We aren't in it for the benefit

Of vanity but rather for the intrinsic soul.

Every circle that tosses eye to eye

And laugh to laugh and collective

Joy is a sweet for the soul.

It's life. And we continue, not because we have to, but because we want to, because we aren't aware of our imminent March to the grave when all we have to do is get together and be ourselves to each other again.