I heard it

and it was loud;

A little crack in your voice,

where the love is leaking out.

Once, you wouldn't wait for tomorrow;

now gaps in time are filled with sorrow.

I sit alone, I think, alone,

I cry and you won't hear me,

Let alone be near me.

Even my mind has gone.

Talk to me, prove me wrong; just be with me all night long,

'Cause when all I hear is my own breath,

I cannot help but think of death,

to mute the silence

of loneliness.
© J Dalsim