The door slams behind him,
rusty hinges and dented frame
could not uphold
her affections
He goes away from the place
he calls solitude
he goes away from the place
he calls home.
She remembers, silent nights
the glory of winters past
and the feeling of fall in the air
she remembers hand in hand,
and hearts sharing
the one truth left to humanity.
There is no moon tonight
and though the pavement reflects
silver hues and memories
she takes comfort-
hands deep inside pockets,
in the freedom of loneliness
the pursuit of silence.
She stops on her path
and finds happiness
in the knowledge
that she, for once
need not search for love. |