Cold and shaken
But not numb
The room is fraught with silence.
The only thing filling it
Is sobs and the fan running high.
There's a melancholy feeling
In the air.
One of loss and great sorrow.
Too different
And the love may have come
Too quick.
The love was quick to come
And quick to go. And so the two stood
Miles apart
And now never together.
As the tears flowed
Down the cheeks
Of those that lost their lovers
The night was silent.
It is a companion
To all those who are lost,
The night.
To all those who may feel
A little too broken.
To all those who may have fallen too hard
Or a little too fast,
The night comforts us
And as does the silence.
As the tears flow
And a river is formed,
All that fills the room
Is silence.
