The Silence He Left

He’s out of my life,  

and the words taste bitter,  

like something I never wanted to say.  

I keep asking myself  

if I held back too much,  

or gave more than I should have.  

The truth is...  

I don’t know where the balance was,  

only that love slipped away,  

and left me holding silence.  

He was part of my youth,  

woven into the rhythm of my days,  

and now the absence feels heavier  

than the years that have passed.  

He’s out of my life,  

and I can’t pretend it doesn’t break me.

* This piece was born out of the song “She’s Out of My Life”.  

Its mood has always stayed with me, carrying the ache of loss and the quiet questions that never find answers.  

Back in my teenage years, his music was more than sound... it was presence, comfort, and a companion through growing pains.  

Now, even as time moves forward, I still grieve.  

I miss him, not just as an artist, but as a part of my youth that shaped who I became.  

Writing this poem is my way of keeping him close, even in silence.  

~ Copyright © EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, 20 May 2026 - All Rights Reserved

U N S A I D

She carries silence
like a second skin -
hidden aches folded
between the laughter,
pains tucked beneath
the rhythm of her hands.
Her love is a language
without syllables,
a prayer whispered
into sleepless nights,
a sacrifice that blooms
in shadows, unseen.
The world sees her smile,
but not the weight
she trades for ours.
Her words unsaid
are the roots of our strength,
her quiet endurance
the shape of our tomorrow.
Today, we honor
the unseen,
the unspoken,
the unbroken.

~ Copyright © EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, 9 May 2026 - All Rights Reserved

Full Moon at Christmas

📷 image by EmilyM.

Breaking dawn at Christmas, 

watching through the sky,

Beautiful moon setting in full

 is 

good to look at...

As if nature calling me to take a shot.

Though throbbing pain inside my head keeps on pushing,

There's a charm in the dark sky I cannot stop looking at.

Deep in this dark hour, with the trees trying to hide it,

The wind suddenly blows as if to stop me from taking it.

The shadow  of the dark is creepy as it seems

The fright I feel about what I might see

Still, I cannot elude the enchantment it brings

To preserve the memory of what 

might not be...

 for long...

~Copyright ©EmperatrizV @Sunflower for Emily, December 2015 - All Rights Reserved