A silent conversation

As I walk along.

A touch of abrasion,

Then it is gone.

 

My hand reaches out,

Grasps nothing but air:

Craving the touch of flesh

That at one time was there.

 

I speak her name,

Though nobody hears;

Alone in the dark

No one can see my tears.

 

My hearts filled

With a potent confusion,

Wondering, where we went wrong;

As the pain of separation

Grows unbearably strong.

 

The landscape is bleached out

As I slowly move along:

Trying to believe

She is really gone.

 

I pause for a breath.

It's so hard to catch it.

My mind is wandering.

I start running to fetch it.

 

The wind chafes my face,

As it blisters with its spears.

But alone in the dark

No one can see my tears.

 

No One Sees My Tears

Copyright 2001

By Jeff Benda

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