The Sound
by Phoebe Moon
Evening falls onto this lonely city,As the night- time shadows creep.You and I are far apart,This emptiness keeps me from my sleep.Where has the time taken you?Yesterday seems so wasted.Calling out words of pain,To think it could have lasted.Did I ruin what we had?Words seems so distorted.Try to clean them with some care,The memories are now all sorted.The sound, so bittersweethaunting with its repetitive glueHolding on, never ceasingThe sound is of youSilence falls on this tiny city,A soulful calmness fills the air.Mental paintings are all that's left,I could not meet you there.Pessimistic voices call,But it was both of us who spoke.The pain traveled both ways,My spirit that had once soared is broke.The sound, so bittersweethaunting with its repetitive glueHolding on, never ceasingThe sound is of youChills fall on this windy city,All alone, it is dark.My eyes ache from non-stop tears,You had left your mark.Absence has killed the path,Where do I go from here?Do I listen to the sound,Or die with your fear?