WHEN THE SILENCE COMES

WHEN THE SILENCE COMES

Do you think of me at times, now that I’ve left,

or am I of that which you can’t recall,

you were always possessed of a memory deft,

have you now chosen my echo to stall

when the silence comes.

 

I’ve no right to cherished place in your mind ,

nor in your heart to warm repose.

Abiding regret, how to our love I was blind,

from fervent forlorn hope grows

when the silence comes.

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