And though you appeared sweet
felt the emptiness in your eyes,
indifference is the silence that hurts 
 more than words.

I strain to hear the once beating 
heart, one that used to smile and 
tell me life’s too short. 

I see you with your face stone 
cold, swallowed the sun in attempts
to feel the warmth. I haven’t the
 time to loathe anyone.

Horizon’s a hue of gold and brown,
I watch as you wade in a purgatory
of sorts; pushing and pulling the 
other at the same time.

 

Photo Credits: Firefly George Seeley

Posted for “Camera Flash” @ Real Toads 

also on “Poetry Pantry” @ Poets United