Byproduct of Love

Silence fills the void with everything but sound

Nothing present to mask the memories, the intruding ghost.

Laughter and broken promises resonate a little too loud;

a steady pulse, a cadence of waves against a coast.

Visions flicker and flash across the mind’s eye,

dementing the emptiness with the unwelcome unseen.

It reminds of what has been lost without even the courtesy of a lie.

In the game of heartbreak there is nothing redeemable to glean.

The last words that were spoken by haunting lips,

ring foreign in the recesses of the soul, so easy in the darkness to find.

The tenuous hold on sanity slowly slips.

Who could have known lover’s  words would ever be so unkind.

If melancholy is the byproduct of love long gone,

then no longer will I be love’s pawn.