Silence,
a slow death  by the breakdown of the heart
where as one suffers in that middle ground
between love and lust
not knowing their value because it is left
to be determined by someone else

Silence,
when that value is determined
and a man has shown that he is really
a boy who lost the ability to love
and found solace in ***

Silence,
not a word comes from the poor soul
who was left in the rain waiting for her
prince to pick her up and carry her someplace
other than the bedroom for once

Silence,
from the boy and his family when the
news reporter stood behind the screen,
in front of the house of the girl who
had given more than she had to give

Silence,
except for the tears of her brothers
and her family who are now without
a teenager with a bad temper and bad
habits though they loved her anyway

Silence,
the boy has not spoken a word
in months because every thought he
has is chewed up and swallowed by
the unbearable guilt of hurting her

Silence,
not even the wind kissed my ears
when I stood on top of her grave looking
down at the name of the girl who for
so long had been broken and bruised