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I only left.....

Posted to Action Poetry

I thought if I could
Sneak out in the cover
of Silence
I would go unnoticed
In error, for it was
My going that
Caused the waves in
The already deafening
Din of silence

I was merely going
For to pick you a rose
It was the scent in my nose
From the chaise I arose
And went into the garden
Where I knew I could
Make the silence aright

I was deaf to you dear
And for that I will always
Sorrow, like Tannhauser
For his Lisaura
My ears are open
And all I hear
Is you tiptoeing out the back.