nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson)

DAY WITHOUT WORDS

It was a day
Without words
Half glances
Careful thought
Mundane tasks
Emotion taut.
Seven years long
Good times and bad
A long winding road
Happy and sad.

Finality crashed
Like a hole in the floor
You packed up your things
Disappeared through the door
A state of deep mourning
Quietness of the room
There still fell echoes
Of your high heel shoes.

In distance a thud
Of car door to close
The sound of the engine
Revved to explode
I gave no defence
Or tried to persuade
No words to offer
I let you evade.