A poem
Silence,
echoing as love fades.
Simply an ember
in the hearth of nostalgia.
Shadows
linger like ghosts,
while I unravel
threads of yesteryear.
Silver tears
upon graveyard stones,
autumn’s breath
through skeletal branches.
Forgotten laughter
that echoes
in abandoned halls.
And all the while,
I hear
one hand clapping.