Noise

When I wrote this, I thought it didn't make sense. But now I think I get it. This isn't a helpful description.

Your words echo in my head;
All I have left of you,
Burned into my memory,
Those final words you spoke to me.

Resounding, pounding,
Shattering my peace of mind;
This wasn't what I wanted.

It's nothing but silence;
You never said a thing.