Submerged in silence,

under shadows;

named you in a seemingly endless vacuity

As if he were listening!

As if he felt it!

Despite my lips you've gone astray,

let me tell you the hours that I've thought of you,

like a dream that has become ponderous

You stand out and anxiety takes my soul;

what need of your memories

if my fingers throb with longing?

Show not yourself in my nights;

do not join my hours,

let my jealousy rest;

why would I want feel it

if you don’t let me love you!

Under the slowness of the night,

today I know that you've gone,

today I know that I've lost you.

©Noris Roberts