Monday, 8 April 2013

This Silence


Is this silence
A parting of ways,
No real goodbye, just
A fade... away?

Is this why
It feels so incomplete?
Running a strange race
With lead on our feet.

Doomed from the start
I can only surmise,
No truth in your words and
No spark in your eyes.

At high altitude
With so far to fall
No words of safety
Nothing at all.

Is this silence
A parting of ways,
No real goodbye, just
A fade... away?