As I clasped that cold hand in mine
Those days of laughter returned
Tears leaked down the stone-faced statue
That I'd always known.
The transparency of the wind sucked the light out of my life
As the delicate mass of joy was sneakily stolen.
My lips glued shut on account of despair,
Yet my eyes made up for every last word
I had so negligibly overlooked.
Lying half-asleep on the torn, soaking mattress,
My hand felt the void, that was all that was left.
I blew out the candle, the tears flew down
Like birds poised for flight.
And as I lay there, in the eerie silence
Taking in that familiar scent
I waited for the noises that would sing me to sleep,
Like her voice that made my heart soar with the eagles
And could brandish goodness into the lives of everyone.
Creaking floorboards, howling wind, anything,
Just to let me know she hasn't truly left me.
But they never came.
All I heard was silence.