The Sound
The sound of thunder, wind and the rain.
The sound of my heart in sorrow and pain.
The sound of your footsteps I still hear on the stairs,
sitting at the table with my crying face.
The sound of the children crying for their dad.
Our hearts are empty, confused and very sad.
The sound of your laughter still rings in my ear,
when you left I'm here living in fear.
The sound of your voice calling for my name
you left me alone, tell me who to blame?
The sound of your car you drove that night with me.
The lights that blinded you, the road you couldn’t see.
The sound of open door, no smile and no face,
you left that night away, to the unknown place.
The sound of crying angels, NO sound of beating heart.
The death that stood between us, the death split us apart.
The sound of empty heart, the sound of empty soul,
the sound one day will break ,when I’m ready to let you go.
Copyright © Elizabeth Jubenville | Year Posted 2013
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