The Silence

What is left now

Except the silence?

Our memories depart

On jet black wings

A bitter acceptance

We can't understand

All the rage we've held

Now ashes in our hands

Did we bow out quietly

Admit to falling apart?  

Tears turn to resentment 

Then scars on broken hearts 

The piles of photographs 
Like love laid to rest 

Under layers of dead skin

That won't peel away 

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Both good rhyming and good imagery in this one, especially in the last two lines. The silence of separation is onerous, but it can be overcome.