An intense depth of silence,
In the room where I lay,
Is deafeningly intrusive,
Chasing desired sleep away.

The absence of the arms,
That held me oh so tight,
Weigh heavily upon me,
It's my companion of the night.

The lack of a slight touch of breath,
Upon my cheek as you lay sleeping,
Stirs within my soul a tornadic storm,
It leaves me uncontrollably weeping.

Stillness in the dark of the night,
No nightly rustling of the sheet,
By your tired and restless limbs,
Evokes a pining for calm so sweet,

The loss of a stolen kiss,
Haunts for now I'm alone,
Oh dear Lord, I ache inside,
The very heart of me is gone.

A shroud of eerie darkness,
Is replaced by a sunlit room,
Yet as I arise to begin the day,
I am imbued by invading gloom.

The void surrounding me,
Absent of love's blessed giving,
Beckons me to follow death's path,
Freed from a lifetime of grieving.

Gayle Davisİ
18 June 2006
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