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.