The Distance of Silence

The falling leaves danced With the randomness of time And flow of restless souls, Moving on. Passing-by. Grayer shades clothed The dying accent of the setting sun And in an hour, You will be gone. Those sobbing rehearsals With the rain, Are but futile train Of affirmations spoken Behind the mirror. I stammered, as the words Tried to come out; Although the wind knows What to shout. And while you silently crept In the corridor, Love went out the back door. So this time: Let silence be my words And tears do the conversation. For everything here bear your trace. Your whispered voice, Grows louder in the emptier space You left behind. And in every crowded place I know, I will always Find your face. That even numbness Can not overcome the pain Of which, I am to blame. As I grip your loss In the recesses of my mind, I will weep. For I can't stand the thought of missing you! Even though, You were never mine. Because, I haven't Tried. ©Dean Maloloyon