Poem.

Written by: Meli.

Status: Finished, but is still subject to edits.

Author's comments: (4-14-09) Poems are definitely not my strong spot. This is one of the more recent poems I've written, though. Is it any good?

The only sound is silence, until
The lonely whisper of the abandoned
echo in the minds of those who suffer.
And those whose lives are better
hear nothing at all.

A tear falling down her cheek,
and words written by a shaky hand.
The ghost of their final moment
lingers until the sun burns out,
and all is forgotten.

No more survivors.
The fondest memories morph into nothing,
Nothing but dust and sand.

No more thoughts.
But look here, are those the imprints of
the lovers who once walked?