Silence like the inhale before the exhale of the ex-pianist who lost his arm saving his quadrant from a land mine.
A moment of silence for the men and women who gave their lives for a country of ingrates who never offer any words of hope or even a silent smile.
The silence of a mother brushing her daughters raven-like hair back behind her ear. A mother who had to beg for one last moment to memorize every freckle and curve as well as every pore and eyelash. The silence of a final embrace.
A smile, quietly plastered on to hide the screaming youth. The silence before nervous laughter swallowing back shallow sobs.
The silence of a wolf stalking its prey before a bullet enters its brain from behind. And the silence of the pups watching from a distance. Then the clamor of the gunmen ecstatic with their catch, falling silent only seconds before the tortured howling and cries from the orphaned beasts surround their sub-conscience for the rest of their lives.