In absentia

This is a sample poem from my second book "Chosen vanities"

The silence leaves me with nothing to say
You have decided, it would seem, to leave
And all that I can do is wait and pray

For weeks on end in haunted disarray
My searching thoughts were left, I can but grieve
The silence leaves me with nothing to say

Remembered colours quickly fade to grey
Those days have passed, too far now to retrieve
And all that I can do is wait and pray

Forlorn the hopes with which I would allay
All my discomfort, I will not deceive
The silence leaves me with nothing to say

Too often our resolves have feet of clay
Fall by the wayside, no longer believe
And all that I can do is wait and pray

The darkness of the night will yield to day
But often we, too late the truth perceive
The silence leaves me with nothing to say
And all that I can do is wait and pray

(c) Edward Rhodes (2013)