silence has become a tradition
within the walls that once sang
with melodies of you

tear drops linger on the face of
the teddy bear you left behind

our bed has become cold since
you left with tears damping my
pillow

life within me is dormant without
your love and presence

the candles have dimmed there
glow of flicker cobwebs decorate
the fireplace

dust shields the scents of you
with days gone by

perhaps our love drifted like away
like clouds on a stormy day

however my love for you still burns
like the high noon sun

return to me my love the storm
has blown away and our love has
weathered through many storms