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Silence of Life

I remember you again, this day.
Like I do almost everyday.
The secret joys and the everlasting sorrows
I remember you with a pain so profound
Words make no sense.

The silence of life
Like the calm lake
Hiding all the horrible secrets
In her bosom

I sit beside the calm water
Dark and ominously silent
Yearning.

You cannot come.
And yet
I have not the heart to call this
Final.
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