DCXVIII

In the quiet stillness,

of a heart and soul,

that once felt love and laughter,

but feels such…no more—

There is an eerie silence,

that lingers in the air,

hanging, like a pallor,

to catch me…unaware—

For what I lost was precious,

though, perhaps, in reality,

such wasn’t mine at all,

I cannot rightly say—

And yet, the quiet stillness,

of my heart and soul,

leaves an emptiness,

that too long…I have known—

Perhaps, the eerie silence,

is my destiny,

and the love and laughter…

Merely fantasy?

To this, I have no answer,

perhaps, this too, is fate,

yet truly do I know not,

if it is far too late—

To but reclaim,

what might have been,

if only for a moment,

to have…but once again—

The feelings of love and laughter,

within both heart and soul,

for such are but reminders,

of things from long ago—

That I had near forgotten,

as ever having been,

believing such…no more,

Than the remnants…of a dream.