This eerie silence make me hear tinnitus,
My own brain buzzes noisily as always...
The saddening grief & the aggrieved sad,
Both terms are mine and am myself so..
There beats a heart of mine in her chest,
Seated in her ribcage between the breasts.
I might be able to smile someday again,
And the smile be creditable to satisfaction..
The silence scares me & is so deafening,
Beeps continuously the tinnitus within...