The eerie sounds of silence,
Verberates down the hall,
Instead of love sounds,
That frequently used to call.

A home once filled with love,
Is stark in emotion today,
Selfishness now in command,
Piece by piece carved love away.

Arms lay empty by the side,
Without one cherished and dear,
Distance only a few feet away,
Yet no loving heart to be near.

Remembered passions unshared,
Touches rarer than pure gold,
Empty arms now yearn and ache,
For that warm loving body to hold.

The echo of silence quickly stills,
Any motion to touch or speak,
A look clothed in nothingness,
Thus embraces a heart grown weak.

Tears pool and trickle down,
Washing rejected love clear,
Heart pierced by stabbing eyes,
Carved of all its love I fear.

Gayle Davisİ
7 May 2008
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