There was silence among the trees.
An uncomfortable
Still silence.
The kind between two strangers
Who want to say something
But don't know what or how.
It should have rained
And washed the noises
That collected in our heads.
But the street lights
Reminded us that
They would never let us know darkness.
Never let Silence be
Unclothed.
There was silence among the letters
They strung together
To make words and sentences.
But they didn't make any sound.
They stared at me
As I stared at them,
Looking for answers
Locked away in silences.
The voices of struggle
To find the right note
Of harmony
Reverberated off the walls
Which could only cave in
Or open to larger spaces.
