Sound of silence
the silence is deafening sometimes
you know
especially when the crickets relentlessly chirr outside in the tall grasses
and the rain falls intermittently on the rooftop
no conversation
no exchange of any sorts
just an inner dialogue me telling you
how its lonesome without you
words spoken to myself in solitude
words only i can hear
words that wish to convey i wish you were here
with me besides near..
these forlorn late night blues i am unable to any longer bear...
the silence is deafening you know
cos when i speak to you in my mind
no words return with a response back
just a incessant chirring of the crickets
and the relentlessly falling rain
sliding down the terracotta tiles...
the cicadas too shamelessly add to the screaming silence of the night...
making me feel even more lonesome
and desperately wishing
you were besides!
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