Breaking the Silence

It is hard to write this,
but there are things that have to be said.
In waning hours I wrote this,
since tonight this remains an empty bed.

I cannot sleep,
I cannot eat,
I cannot function, so it seems.

Things are tied upon my tongue,
Things I'd rather have undone.

These are not your words I speak,
These are the choices that I seek.

I cannot hear it anymore,
I cannot see you as before.
I cannot function, so it seems.

Your image has dissolved before me,
Your face no longer holds it's truth.
Your lips no longer spill it's love,
Your words seem bitter and unproved.

It's hard to write this,
for there are things that need to be said.
In the waning hours I wrote this,
for tonight it seems, I've an empty bed