And there she was
The quiet night
Sitting still
Not there, not quite

And there it lay
The broken vase
The water spilled
It met her gaze
And eyes stared
Into other eyes
As flowers framed
Their pretty face

The knees buckle
The fingers shake
And all the while
She's wide awake

Without a sound
It screams at her
And still, somehow
The voice is heard

Yet through the screams
The laughter rings
Mocking dreams
The silence sings

Many nights
Were spent this way
When all the light
Seems to dissipate
But soon the eyes
Evaporate
And all that's left
Is her lonely face

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