Decomposition

My heart is decomposing from the silence in yours

My mind wandering off into other contours, seeking diversions to lessen any oncoming pain

What was expected, that I'd remain?,

 

I stood out front, waiting for your call

But your voice never came

 

All those essences of endearment then quickly disappeared

Gone, your smell in the sheets, my warming hands on your cold feet

The flowers in the vase on the mantle we so treasured soon withered without your being here

Leaving only a faint scent of memory  

With nothing else to attain,

 

And as what was between us echoes more quietly the further it recedes

What could have been that ever sought is now only ashes for a grave

Poem written July 2017 

Copyright 2016 John Williams