No words

Letters are silhouette,
And when combined,
Words are born.
When words are
Placed side by side
Thoughts and feelings
Are expressed, forming sentences,
Turning into Conversations between strangers,
And one hears honesty when words are spoken earnestly.
Feelings are breathed as each word is spoken.
Then one can feel the words as they begin rooting within the soul.
The mind stores in the memory bank, and when man is lonely
Words sometimes are all that man has to help him gain strength.

Letters I no longer can find
Words to help express how I feel.
I no longer can sit beside them
Form conversations from scratch
They are like strangers, and I fear them.
I look at you; it is your face not your words that I see
Stored away in my memories,
I cannot find your words of wisdom, or words of how you felt,
You failed to use words to tell me what had hurt you the most.
So I sit here, reaching the last of my words,
Though a set of words gently rest upon these lips
-Good bye-
Now it is Only a soul left to embrace this silent night.