A soundless song plays in the corner of the room,
Where love and laughter used to bloom.
The eerie silence plays over and over,
Until the thought of vacancy becomes somewhat a reality.
The extinct notes fall from the obliterated key,
Through silenced lips and lungs that are empty.
The drums become never-ending holes,
As a giant, ravenous cloud hides away in its shroud.
The jacket lays on the bed that he was endowed,
So do the memories that merge like a tight-knit crowd.
It’s like I pressed the mute button and lost the remote,
But motion pictures still broadcast presence as steadfast.
Kiffin Hope • Sep 19, 2023 at 2:33 pm
Noah, outstanding and impactful!