a year of silence
and all that’s left are the sweet memories
the bitter ones too
I want to cry

but I don’t want any one to see
my heart, it cries
as they merrily chatter in the next room
and it cries and cries and hurts and hurts

no one knows
no one can hear it
no one sees the trail of tears running down its face
no one will ever know

Written/Contributed by Anita Siraki

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