Silence Poem by Terri Turrell

I thought I heard
the whisper of a door,
That tell-tale sign
that meant my love was home.
I listened for the
footsteps I adore,
And sadly whispered

'no'

when there were none.
The journey on my own
has thus begun.

Silence then will be
my soul's companion.
Within it's echoes
let me find some peace.
As Autumn fields are dead
and lay abandoned,
My hope of silence broken
will then cease.
Let nothing then
disturb this
sweet release.

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