Silence

I normally love it
But not the silence
of you gone

There are things
I wish to tell you

Small things
inconsequential things
that mean a lot to me
but mean more
when you have heard them

The sound of your laughter
processing the big, small,
happy and sad

But I cannot speak
with you
People tell me you
will know

But I want to connect
with the spark in
your brown eyes
where I see the glint
of my own spark
looking back at me
Where my inconsequential
achievements are seen
with the gravity of your love

© Tanya Southey @Ordinary Poetry

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