This emptiness we fill with song,
And flowers, birds and loving words.
But in our night the void returns,
And even tears are simply spent.
The days and weeks each add their lines
Which call the cold to take its toll,
And silence haunts the smiles we form,
Our tears won’t slow the passing time.
I cannot bear the joy you missed.
So here we sit and watch the glow,
Of embers slipping into ash.
The music dies and we are left
With nothing but tranquility,
And tears which well but never fall.