The Funny Sound Of Silence Poem by Stan Rodriguez

The funny sound of silence travels through my room
answering the questions-I throw out…

as I need to know your thoughts
on most everything—involving us.

I've not gotten over the connection
or should I say lack of—you're in my thoughts
through-out the day and night

(not a moment that goes by
that you're not present in my mind)

All sense of will—mere movements
are absorbing all my strength and will—
not knowing how long it'll last?

The funny sound of silence
Beats loudest in my heart

and I keep asking why?