The Silencer

The Silencer

It entered my room in quiet innocuous ways
And slyly began to hide little unimportant things and plays
With lost words; 

  with a forgotten poem’s line – once a familiar friend.

Then a favorite recipe went missing; mangled in memory’s forays

Into the massive stores of unfiled tidbits and important dates.
It stole away the eloquence of thought that once pirouetted on skates
Gracefully flourishing, gliding and spinning wonderful figure eights.

Now the silencer exits and turns out the lights so to wait out my days;
Sit with me now; hold my hand and remember for me the names at the end.