By Tanqueray Cowboy Date: 18 May 2000
Comes now the silence,
Wherein your heart does not beat
As it once did - My head upon your breast.
Comes now the silence,
Wherein I cannot hear your laughter,
Or your voice - or your sleeping breath against my back.
There is just the silence.
Wailing.
Deafening.
You left to find your destiny,
and left behind no sound.