The Silence

We take turns by the lake, guiding the waves
Watching them move, seeing how they behave
She looks at me with kindness, I look back in doubt.
As I touch the water, my ripples circle out
Bouncing and swaying, glistening under light
Our motions all mingling, but something’s not quite right
The surface swirls as I watch on in despair
It was a perfect scene before I was there.