I wish that I didn't write these poems.

Silence II

For once,
the wind was the only thing that
whispered to me,
during the lonely nights,
of when we are not together.

There was a time,
where everything was just you.

All I could,
hear,
was your voice.

All I could,
feel,
was your skin.

But now,
you are no longer here,
these nights.

You left me with silence,
the silence so loud that
it filled the room like water,
in a small room with no escape.

Suffocating and drowning me
in my own sorrow and self-pity.

You left me thoughts,
waltzing through my,
mind.

Silence asked me if I wanted to dance.
I couldn't say anything.

Every since you left,
I am now forever waltzing with silence.

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