by Brooke Angela Brooks
The shadow of a love once known
lingers in the back of my mind.
I reach forward to grasp my heart's defeat,
and cannot see... for the tears that fill my eyes.
Blindly I wander on, searching for my lost tranquility.
For the one thing that made me whole... You.
I call your name, but you do not hear,
or is it that you do not listen
As your shadow drifts farther, my heart slowly subsides
I close my eyes with your scent, your touch,
and your warm breathe still near.
I, then, realize- it is not you who cannot hear,
It is I.