some words about what we once had and how it is all gone.
|the silence of the world|
comes in the wee hours of the night
when i am reminded of how it all was before;
how we sat on the floor,
surrounded by store-bought food,
with time flowing by unnoticed
while we basked in each other's company.
ecstatic and free.
bearing wide smiles
and carefree laughter.
all whilst thinking
that all will be well
and we will still be
but a year later
what do we find?
a quiet room,
lacking the warmth we once shared,
bearing an air of melancholy
quite alien to the senses.
along with it is the crippling feeling of harrowed