Language Of Fear

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we stand at the edges

of our silence

uneasy in the nothingness

that has erupted between us

he turns around

without a word

without a backward glance

he just walks away into the setting sun

I wake up shrieking, terrified

it recurs often, the nightmare

the panic, the breathlessness

and...the dark fear

some fear is good and desirable

he would often say

it keeps you awake and alert

about the impending doomsday

It bleeds me-his desertion

yet I sit there, amidst the debris

of our lost love

desolation vitiating my very being

I still lie awake, unblinking,

afraid to fall asleep,

lest it return-the nightmare.

I still want to dream of his return.

the moon traverses a still sky,

I wait for the rejuvenating sun.

The sun rises.

The dawn never comes.