It’s 4am

and the silence has gotten a whole lot louder.
But not loud enough to over power your echoing memory that dwells where ever the soles of my feet choose to walk.

It’s 4:02am
and the silence has gotten a whole lot louder.
But not loud enough to shadows the memory of your warmth pressing up against my shivering body - a warmth that suppressed my every demon I had let roam free before you walked in

It’s 4:10am
and the silence is a whole lot louder.
Loud enough to hide away my crackling voice as I call out your name on last time in hopes you’ll hear me and just say hi.
But not loud enough to cover the wounds of what missing you has caused.

It’s 4:26am
And the silence is so loud that I’m beginning to understand that the very reason I can’t sleep because ....

Before the silence
There was you.
And with you
The silence never mattered