In your eyes there is a glimmer of sadness

And I will not pry, dear soul, I will not dig,

Knowing, as you know, that we must keep hidden

The desolate melodies of our human experience

When younger hearts depend upon our strength.

When the last lamps have faded into dark,

When silence swallows up the words you wish to say,

Is where I’ll meet you, dear soul, in the oblivion

As a quiet presence there with you until day.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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