the night draws in.
birds no longer fly.
i sit with a coffee,
the only sound is my sigh.
my thoughts drifting through,
the memory of you.
why does life turn around,
when the best you think youve found.
i look to the sky,
and take a deep breath,
dear lord tell me why.
you send me along the rocky roads,
when i yearn to be on the flat.
i guess ill get used to that.
i think of your tears,
upon your sweet face,
i would love to hold you,
but i know you need space.
maybe in years to come,
we may meet again,
things may be different,
they may be the same.
but deep in my heart,
ill still carry a flame.
christopher murphy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silence-66/
