A long-lost love

It happened one fine day
It had been impending for quite some time
Like the sunrise that awaits a lonely night
The walls in their house turned into pages
The clothes in their closet turned into parables
The flowers from their plants turned into poems
The house smelled like an old, forgotten book
Only that its writer
Was not the husband or the wife..
The wife lived every day painfully
But she held her pain as close to her heart
As she had held his gifts from the past
After all, her pain was also a gift from him..
The husband lived every day painfully
But he held his pain as close to his heart
As he had always wanted to embrace her
After all, his pain was also an embrace from her..
The wife and the husband were always close to each other
And also courteous and compassionate
But they failed to realize
That a relationship had to be good, not nice..
And so, their silence exploded one fine day
The silence of their pain
It had been impending for quite some time
Like the tears that await a hopeful human
The walls in their house turned into pages
The clothes in their closet turned into parables
The flowers from their plants turned into poems
The house smelled like an old forgotten book
All the unsaid words were out
And hidden somewhere among those words
Rested a long-lost love.