Old poetry has a way of getting back to me, so here is another oldie of mine. It still resonates deeply. I hope you will like it.
The sudden silence, when cries tear you apart. The tearless agony is consuming your heart. Grave moods, leaving the spot. Cold swearing, how can you not? Tears fall down in the pouring rain. Memories of a friend, consuming your pain. Goodbye my friend; all will be well. Leave me be now, to my own living hell.