Silence
Who knew it was always this loud?
Was this how it always sounded?
I can hear the sound of my own keyboard as I type this,
I can feel the stillness of the air around me,
I can see your shadow fade in and out of my room.
Silence.
I can hear the promises you made me
I can hear the secrets of lovers being shared
I can hear the unrelented laughter
I can hear the tears and the sleepless nights
I can hear the arguing and the promising
That we would change.
But the brick walls built up,
In silence.
What did the Lord hear?
He heard two young people planning a future,
With not even the smallest mustard seed to base it off of.
He saw the rifts in the fabric that we had sewed
He watched the foundation crumble,
And saw that a house divided could not stand,
And so now we stand
Divided in silence.
All I hear now is my AC and my own thoughts.
Is this a good thing?
Maybe I am beginning to realize that it is.
Maybe I am starting to see,
That the silence does not always have to be filled
By you and me.
Somebody stole my radio and now I just sit in silence.
