There was a silence,
That I could not miss,
in my head, in my heart,
in his sweet kiss.

Said the wind to me,
as I walked home,
But isn't this better,
Than being alone?

I had no answer,
but a blank-eyed stare.
With pursed lips,
I wished I could care.

Leaves changed and turned,
But I hung around,
Waiting to be plucked,
Hoping to be found.

And on a low branch I sat,
Watching life pass me by,
Blowing further away,
With each passing sigh.

I wandered on the wind,
With no end in sight,
Sleeping where I was lain,
each dreary night.

The sun rose gracefully,
with her morning rays,
A new day she hearkened,
and yesterday's grave.