It's the silence that deadens me.
a message sent but never replied.

I know now that you're out and about.
with some other man obsessed and in love.

my heart aches and yearns year after year.
for once in my life will I not find love my dear?

The silence rings true and cuts like a knife.
knowing I'm not needed or craved.

You don't feel the urge to excuse or explain.
The silence suffices. I guess I'm far down the line.

My lonely heart hurts as I sit here alone.
Staring at the dark, empty void of my phone.

© Swiftonic Poetry