The sound of silence is a penetrating thing.
It rings in my ears; it hurts, and it stings.
The sound of silence is a terrible thing.
The notes of death a swan song sings.
The sound of silence is a telling thing.
It whispers, "it's over, it was only a fling."
Perhaps there's something else it means?
Can silence actually be a gift of sorts?
Her way of saying, "I care, of course."
"I care enough not to call,
not to text,"
no sounds at all.
If you love something, let it go.
It's a catchphrase proverb we all know.
We've heard it before,
and we know it makes sense.
Letting go has a sound,
the sound of silence.