Broken In Silence

Silence!
Her favorite style of communication

That fateful night
All I wanted were signs

Signs that you still hold
To the millions of our memories
To our through thick and thin promises
To our forever vows

Day and night I waited
For the one I love;
Out I sat, hand on chin
Wondering when you’ll be back

From south to north
I figured your all way roots
Just to see a trace of your cloth
Or just a feel of your perfume

In the wilderness I began to wonder
Where could my love be
The one that quenches my thirst
My first choice among princesses

When could she have left?
Not even her footprints I felt
Or maybe her silence meant
She was broken and heart!