A sea of grief and unspoken words,
White glazed marble haze
Gleaming starkly in the sunlight,
As ghosts shimmer in the swaying skyline.
As sadness emanates from every inch of stone.
A dead silence only known
By that many living souls.
Glimpses of faces, polished in pale,
Over shoulders and avoided stares,
Distance never to broken again
And hearts never to be saved.
It takes a while to fill a grave.
There are no words,
And no good way to start.
There’s no good way to end.
“Killing time is getting old, I wanna go, I wanna go and darling, I’ve been cold.” – Silences