The silence
It beats about my head and ears
With a cacaphony of sound
And deafens me
From all but its brutal assault of my senses
This emptiness
It tears at my self and sanity
All with eager abandon
With the promise of a tomorrow
That should have been many yesterdays ago
These memories
They offer temporary reprise
With thoughts of beauty and love
And gives me
Something to hold onto until I'm in your arms again