In the realm of speech, silence often roared,

Among them, a dust storm of doubt freely soared.

No words to be spoken, no truth to be shared,

Only winds of reticence, through their hearts it teared.

Their vibrant bond, a tapestry once bright,

Dimmed under the shadow of silent night.

The echoes of laughter, the joy once known,

Buried under the silence, into the unknown.

Between them, resentment, a formidable tide,

With every avoided glance, a wider divide.

Unspoken words, like boulders lay,

In the path of their bond, in disruptive array.

Their friendship now, a desolate terrain,

A testament to the silence, a symbol of strain.

Yet within this wasteland, a truth resided,

In the quiet, their feelings only subsided.

In the silence, a storm, a dust cloud swirled,

In the quiet, the tale of their friendship unfurled.

A testament to the power of words unsaid,

And the barren landscape where their friendship tread.