We were each, the others kasak
with the walls painted in our dolour
A silence no heart can comprehend
And so came the hissing in our ears
A watched kettle never boils
You looked out the window
A dour expresssion on your face
A Tree too well studied never grows
The air clawed and clung between us
You heard it! As the crow flies
You motioned your hands into wings
Qaraar, that way we have never been

This was written for W3 where you can find the definitions of the title and the bold words used.