Every Time You Go Away!

Alone by the river-side where whispers hear each other bid, i m caught in the quiet. I listen to the murmuring waters, where more is heard than uttered. I hear nothing. I hear nothing. All there be is silence! In bed sorrow returns. I m reminded that nothing can bring back the moments that we shared. Now, even now, i listen to the dark. I hear nothing. I see nothing. I feel nothing. The sorrow here does not sleep ...every time you go away.