The silence of our love
The silence of our love
Even though I have not seen nor heard
from you in many a moment of time the
leftover shadows of your forgotten
memories still remain behind, roaming
up and down the empty rooms and
hallways late at night looking for little
pieces of tiny fragments of a love that
used to be, now long gone as it has faded
all away, haunting me in a way that now I
cannot move on, so why is it that when I
close my eyes at night to sleep I can still
see you all around me and I feel your touch
on my naked skin for the warmth does
excite me, just to wake up all alone in this
empty home wanting you back even more
as I can feel your heart beating like the
seconds on a clock going tick tock tick
tock tick and it will never stop and I can
hear your soul breathing with it's every
single breath calling out my name causing
my heart to start to pound so hard it feels
as if it will bust right out of my chest as
every breath I take is getting deeper than
the last as my skin begins to glisten from
the sweat upon my back caused by the
heat from all the passion that's still left
inside of me making love to a ghost from
an alternate reality, when I am finished
and I open up my eyes to the truthful
realization of my ultimate surprise causing
chaos and then confusion as my mind
now sees the deception from my heart
that tries so hard to hide from the pain
it feels from being heart broken and the
beginning of the end of my downfall of
an emotional demise that started when
you walked on out the door killing my
poor soul leaving me to leave alone
here in this broken home torn in two
like the photographs on the floor lost in
the emptiness of the silence of our
missing love.
Poet Richard M Knittle Jr.
A Poet's Journey
A Texas Poet Laureate Nominee 2016-2020
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