Silence can summon memories that still cling.
It can cause my closed eyes to tearfully sting.
How can nothingness make vivid images appear?
Waking my unconscious mind like a bombardier.
From the stillness, your voice gives a clear overview.
Sorry for pain I put you through; I really did love you.
For a fleeting moment, I visualize a smile on your face.
As I stare into darkness, there is only an empty embrace.
Theresa Ann Moore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haunted-15/
