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