It hauntingly fills a room after the final notes of a song drift into the ether.
It remains long after the delivery of tragic news and downed bottles of escape.
It skirts the edges of conversation/ frames the words (or do the words frame the silence?)…
It scrapes the corners of dawn, and brings in the day, while dreams make a mockery of sleep.
Silence (says more).
Silent is a look, a tear, a smile.
Silent is a fear, an action, a lesson.
Silent is a raised fist, or a warm embrace.
Silent is anger, and hope, and sorrow.
Silent is a dream, a sunrise, a new beginning.
Silent is the day.
And silent is the night.
Silent is love, and loss.
Silence. Sometimes it says more, than words could ever pretend.