Apr 2016
The silence was deafening
Without you lying beside me
I lay with a pillow over my head
Blocking echoes of the silence
But it infiltrated even my dreams
Without you lying beside me
I lay with a pillow over my head
Blocking echoes of the silence
But it infiltrated even my dreams
Trying to describe the echoes
But words seem to come up empty
But words seem to come up empty
