It is the silence

It is the silence that is the hardest thing go bear.
I could cope with anger, harsh words, even tears.
Because then there would still be hope.
But it is the silence …

Last time we met it was just like old times.
We talked about unimportant, silly things,
The weather, what sport you liked,
Even compared our sound systems.
Nothing sexy at all ...

But when we did make love, there was such joy,
The best it had ever been, lovely beyond words.
And when we parted, it was with words of love,
Sweet endearments, and tender kisses.
We were so happy ...

And then the silence, the emptiness, the pain.
Oh, I knew you were there, but not for me.
Your presence like a ghost, beyond my reach.
It was if I no longer existed for you.
Oh God it hurts so ...

And I must hide my pain, just like I did our love.
The world can never know the pain inside.
I must conceal my grief with false hilarity
Laugh and joke, the very life of the party.
While inside I scream ...

What had I done, or said, oh how I wish I knew,
But when I ask, my words fall on empty air,
My messages unanswered, left to decay untouched.
It is the silence ...