The silence is deafening.
I can't hear her lovely whispers
And yet, her murmurs of passion
Often interlaces my dreams.
The silence is deafening.
All that I had assumed was mine
Were gone with her, as she walked out on me
Leaving me gasping in memories.
The silence is deafening.
She gently waved me goodbye
But that sounded the loudest slap on my face
And left me writhing in pain.
The silence is deafening.
Her boisterous laughs have given way
To sense-numbing emptiness all around
Onto an imploding path.
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