SMITH, Wayne

Silent Tears
Each day as evening starts to set the heartache builds in my chest.
I know that I must go to bed and try and get some rest.
I hug my tear-stained pillow close when no one is around and cry for the one I loved and lost and I scream without a sound. Others see me in the day and think I am doing well, but everyday as evening sets I entered my own hell. Time hasn't healed my pain at all or quieted my fears so every night alone in bed I shed my silent tears.
It's been a year ago today, which seems like yesterday..
Love and miss you always....MaryLynn XOXO