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