Endless Quiet by fj2

ENDLESS QUIET

her favorite jeans
are draped on the chair
her magazines
are still scattered everywhere
found her lizard boots
under the bed
what are the chances
i'm still inside her head
   
   but it's been three weeks
   and i haven't heard a thing
   no text no twitter
   no familiar cellphone ring
   this endless quiet
   is deafening
   endless quiet
   is killing me
   killing me

i ask her friends
they got nothing to say
her daddy's playing dumb
he never liked me anyway
no tires crunching gravel
no gentle front door squeak
just silence surrounding me
and the truth that seems to speak
   
   but it's been three weeks...