The sound of silence
When I call out to you
And you don’t respond!

The uncrossable distance
Between you and me,
And knowing that I will never be near you again…

My messages unresponded to
My calls to you fail every time
All I have left with me are
Memories and all the things you left behind.

But, now that you’re gone and
I’m left here alone,
Six years it’s been and I wonder:
With you no more with us,
What value do your things have?
When they no more smell of you,
or they no more feel like you?

What is the point of holding on to these physical belongings,
When your physical presence has left us so long ago!