I HEAR YOUR SILENCE BY AUTUMN WINCHESTER

I hear your silence.

And My memory is long

The pain flows deep.

Foundations like the roots that run the length

Of the ancient oak trees,

From which my ancestors hung;

From which the future will hang again.

What is absence, but a clumsy word to forgive what is not

So many words to explain disappearance

Yet too little perspective to truly understand

What is vanishing, a word to describe Empty

It is what it is not

When you no longer hold it in your hand

When it isn't in your pocket

When your memory fails

When the song is over

When forgiveness prevails

When that part of you was part of we;

But I took mine back so there's only me.

Is it longing or death or sorcery?

The fire now only ashes and smoke,

Carried high on the winds of misery and hope.

Autumn Winchester © 8^th July 2016