Unheard Metaphors

You don't speak in metaphors,

And that's all I seem to know,

I'll keep on writing poems you'll never read,

Say, like the first light of morning and lingering shadows.

It may have been erased from my memory,

I may have changed along with the seasons,

But it still lies deep within my bones,

Say, like dead in the night and a morning newly risen.

I find you in places you never resided,

It just doesn't tear at my soul now,

I still miss the smoke, yet I breathe fresh air,

Say, like the absence of a god and a whispered prayer.

We don't talk anymore,

But somehow that thought doesn't ache now,

Swirled you into all of my poems , but it's gonna be all right, I did my time,

Say, like a harsh winter and the first rays of sunshine.