This night has ended,
silence stirs in the leaves.
What is broke can't be mended
and offers no reprieve.
Once caught in the palm
of a lovers cold shadow
now lies all forlorn
frozen to the marrow.
Scent not sound lingers on
soothing nothing in its wake.
Rigid heart gingerly pounds
longing to give not take.
Mute messenger telling none
of his lost letter,
matters not as is known
blind men can't read better.
"move"
Where?...nevermind...silent treatment stings
Was it there? Can refind
joy and other bitter things..?
"Absence makes the heart grow fonder"
because it makes forget.
Silence cuts the gash deeper,
the wound will never set.
Space between grows braoder
though unwished it did.
Guilty of being a memory hoarder
while slowly away it slid.
No comments:
Post a Comment