Poem By Theresa Ann Moore
Silence can summon memories that still cling.
It can cause my closed eyes to tearfully sting.
How can nothingness make vivid images appear?
Waking my unconscious mind like a bombardier.
From the stillness, your voice gives a clear overview.
Sorry for pain I put you through; I really did love you.
For a fleeting moment, I visualize a smile on your face.
As I stare into darkness, there is only an empty embrace.