The Screaming Silence
By Mark
I hear your motorbike
Stopping by the door
All I hear is silence
I hear your keys in the lock
The “Hi, I'm home”
All I hear is silence
There, I hear you again
No, I didn't hear you
I'll never hear you
I walk down the hall
I see your helmet
Scratched, scarred and cold
I see your gloves
Black, ripped and torn
The door open, still waiting
The gloves shaped like your hand
The helmet that held your dying head
That heard your last words
I stand and stare
Eyes glazed and crying
Everything I had was you
I lived for you
Your loving arms
Your heart so fearless
Our love so strong
Our bond so enduring
Our love so alluring
Taken from me
Stolen from my heart
Ripped from my grasp
Love taken when most needed
Love never to be forgotten
Love never to be regained
Ride on my two wheeled warrior
I'm with you, my love riding pillion
I'll never forget what we had
God, you have him
Keep him safe
I couldn't
Love him like I did
Keep him warm
Tell him to wait
No matter how long
Forever in love
I wait your call
Mark 3/30/2007
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