Tuesday, April 6, 2010

That night.

To them that night meant nothing
to her, everything.
it was a night of crumpled paper
unheard sobs and unseen tears
left alone she cried
while the rest of the world slept.

She cried as she lay with the book in her arms
and she left the song on repeat
but even as the fan spun
the silence was deafening.

2 comments:

K said...

So sad and beautiful. Love your writting.

Single Winged Butterfly said...

beautiful. I love the last stanza and the first.