Silhouetted

What was in his tears she’d wonder,

as the skies rained down on her eyes.

How can he be so enduring these times,

when all else appeared to drift away.

In her heart was room set apart for him,

she just couldn’t seem to place who he was.

The way his eyes penetrated deep within her,

as his stares made all time stand still.

She could smile to hide the tears she’d release,

but in her mind all was unclear.

What she has forgotten in his touch,

is what she is striving to see.

He looks upon her with love tickling desire,

passion flows from his lips loving kiss.

All that she cannot remember,

in pictures where they are one love.

Secret hears falling apart she weeps,

for this emptiness she doesn’t recall.

Standing by her side he never gives up,

to allow the memories take their course.

A tear rests on her pillow tonight,

where her head would make peace at war.

Silhouetted on the bed is her body,

this man finds he’s really alone.









Johnny Newell