• I am walking.
    The air is filled
    with sounds I can't hear.
    The sound of my feet
    on the side walk,
    the gentle hum of my heart.
    I see your door ajar.
    I walk in, and I see HIM,
    the one who visits
    and leaves us with grief
    and tear-filled eyes.
    I see you crying over lives once lost,
    begging forgiveness for sins yet uncommitted,
    and with tear-stained eyes
    I'm still as I watch the blade
    pierce both your heart and my love.
    I watch as your body falls
    and HE smiles knowingly.
    All is quiet, and the air is silent,
    but I hear it all.