I Hear the Silence

Picture courtesy: Nia Janiar

I know it’s not easy for you, so does for me
we used to hear voices:
happiness and laughter
sadness and silent cries
in the small package we call friendship

We used to find each other’s eyes
for they keep a naked mystery, all memories,
as mystery is always about curiosity
we find joy living in it, make fun of it

As now the mystery speaks the truth itself
we are unavoidably speechless, we cannot rephrase it;
you pretend not to hear a thing
but prefer sitting alone listening to the silence,
I of course hear nothing (from the silence),
but I understand more…

#Sunday, October 23, 2011#


#Note: written for Carry on Tuesday.

4 comments:

Janet | October 24, 2011 at 2:16 AM

Sad and lovely. So profound. The last stanza grips the heart. There are so many kinds of silences to hear, but this type surely speaks most painfully.

keiths ramblings | October 24, 2011 at 3:42 AM

A heart rending piece.I feel the pain.

Cassiopeia Rises | October 25, 2011 at 10:33 PM

Very sad and lonely. Truly silence is an empty place.


melanie

Mike Patrick | October 26, 2011 at 6:10 AM

Sometimes silence speaks.

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