The Silence

When he was gone;

Sometimes silence was always better.

But with that kind of face; he could make me smile ten times more than my sadness.

And sometimes; sometimes he made me feel like there was something more than being empty;

Than being alone all the time.

He could make me laugh my fears away,

But as I was laughing; I couldn’t see that I was falling down some dark cliff

Because he left me feeling cold

With my heart in my throat;

And flowers in my hair

I jumped and I fell hard with my broken heart.