A Deaf Ear To Sirens

Because I never knew what to say After you got tired of speaking, I left after five years of marriage And no response. I made words - thousands - But I never spoke of them, Nor taught you how to bring out in me Some proper meaning, some sense to all this When I was doubting the very paper we signed As being happiness of sort. Certainty, yes, at it's time Was the reason for putting the rings on, And mine; for not speaking too, Was the reason for taking them off. How much of love back then I could say in my head was nonsense Or excuse, being part of such paper and pen. I wasn't signing myself With heart Or breath I drew then. But grief out of wrong doings, Put outside my tongue. Sirens now; go off all around me As I silence your name - the memory of you Breaks in bits Upon another's lips. But soon it fades, the warning Teeters out like mist Appearing for a short while, Then disappearing. They don't bother to call again, these sirens, And there is no one reminding them.