These Silent Tears

I sit here in the moon-bent dark
and wonder, while you sleep,
why all the wounds left not a mark
though each one cut me deep.

I watch the shadows slowly dance
on the ceiling o'er my head
and remember every choice and chance
and everything we've said.

I listen to the night pass on
and feel the weight of years.
I wonder where the dreams have gone
and shed these silent tears.

Pieces of Me