Inspiration from this poem:
so much depends
a red wheel
glazed with rain
beside the white
By William Carlos Williams
one moment it's gone, next it is there.
you being quiet, i keep holding the stare.
silence is awkward, friends more so.
nothing to talk about, we've bared all our souls.
hugs and kisses mean nothing to me.
everything depends on the red wheelbarrow i seek.