Unspoken Words Poem by Thomas Howe

What am I supposed to do with this feeling
Endless nights staring at the ceiling
With you the days flew by
Now alone they never die
My love for you still urns
Your love for me now burns
I thought we fit together like a puzzle
Unspoken words behind this muzzle
Might have swayed your fading heart
It is too late, the pieces are falling apart
My heart is hanging on
My mind says you are gone
How did I let this happen....