Actions Speak Louder Than Words

To speak the words

That fade away,

Punctuated,

Day by day;

Without a will

To face the fears

By fighting loss,

We shed our tears.

Each drip, a drop

In mem'ries sense.

Farewell, sweet past! 

Our eyes convince

Of what was not,

Though 'twas too true,

Yet nothing came

Of me and you.

An hourglass 

Of shifting sands

Will empty hearts

And hollow hands,

But never can

The grains remove

The stains of blood, 

Though all reprove.

For what has been

Will always be:

My love for you,

Your loathe for me. 

To speak the words,

"I love you, dear,"

Where silence sings

Instead I hear,
"............."