Why are you silent
While I speak to the world?
Though none may hear my voice
And my words are poor,
Still, I use my voice.
Why are you silent
When you have tales to tell,
When your words might be
So eloquent and elegant
Compared with mine.
Your smile that lit my life
Your words that made me laugh
Your touch, ah, your touch –
These things I feel and hear and see
No more.
You have left me
You move along in your life
What you think, I do not know
What you feel, I cannot know
But neither does the world.
When I search for you
I do not find you
When I speak to you
You do not answer
But neither does the world.
When you are gone
Some may mourn you
When you are gone
Some may miss you
But the world will not remember.
You leave nothing behind
No family, no heirs to your estate
No tracks to mark your passing
No words, no words, will tell
The tales – that only I will remember.
You speak not my name
You hear not my voice
You answer not my prayers
You refuse to acknowledge me
But the world knows my loss.
But the world cannot know
The world may never know
What it has lost
Forever
In your silence.
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