Poem ... Silence
Silence is empty glass
Once filled with wine
Once part of conversation
Once so Devine
An empty chair
Once lover's words
No longer echo
No longer heard
A phone gone dead
An empty bed
Words of love
That once were said
Fingers on glass
Car drives away
Silent word from lips
Wish I could stay
Words written with tears
Reaching for a touch
Escaping this silence
Nearness meant so much
Rabid Poet
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