Silence

about the one you lost so dearly painful...

Silence is in the mind of the beholder.
It stands still like a Stone Henge.
Silence is when we meet down there
where the bus stops
in front of the white fences.
Silence is when we used to hold hands
and walk across the road.
Silence is when the plate is steaming
and we both smile.
Silence was last time we laughed at the
same old pillow cases.
Silence was so comforting when you
and me together decided to shout.
That was silence for me.
Numbers are not to be dialed again,
words are so familiar with my DNA.
Let it be for a while.
I will be silent.