The Words Left Unsaid-Poems

Waltz of loneliness

shadows and light dance in my vision

intermingling as if life were a gala

and a waltz began to play

the wind chimes laugh outside

it feels like i'm an onlooker to something gorgeous

but blinking i just see my home

quiet and solemn

yet i still listen

for evidence that something was here

that something beautiful befell this tiny little house

and was merely tucked behind a few pillows or two

it's a beautiful lie

yet as i close my eyes

i can hear Claire de Lune playing out

even though i haven't heard it all day