I listened to my thoughts, <br />but they feel as empty as I feel. <br />I look at the images of my face, <br />but the smile is unreal. <br /> <br />The dreams of my life <br />and the pieces of my heart, <br />shattered at her death, <br />then slowly fell apart <br />Through the days pass <br />I live a life of alienation and despair. <br /> <br />I search dawn and evening, <br />but she is no longer there. <br />Just as a bird takes off for flight, <br />she left my side like a thief in the night. <br /> <br />The December night <br />she left without a sound, <br />her passing in this world. <br />I buried her. <br />.<br /><br />WILFRED JOHN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-left-without-a-sound/
