Lack of sound is not silence
I have felt silence of kinds

I remember those days,
everytime I close my eyes-
We forced the voice out of lungs
We pretended to talk over things
We pretended to care the words;
words that promised us the future that would glitter among stars;
words that caressed the wounds that was infected by same;
words that just dropped and shattered with silence;
a dreadful silence-
A silence that just pierced our soul
filling us with more void.
Silence screeching and screaming breaking us apart inch by inch
until we finally lost all words fueling the void,
the dreadful silence

Today, I sit by the bank of the river
which drowned me with dreadful silence.
I wonder was there ever a boat that carried us both
or was it just a pieces of logs we held onto
the logs we believed so hard, so blindly
that someday they will turn into our boat of love
safely carrying us ,together, to our home.
I see you are here, as well.
Safer than ever.
Our hands don't hold together anymore.
Our voice has nothing more to say.
Even as we walk past each other
Our eyes hardly blink at each other.
I have known silence of kinds
This one is of better kind
I can calmly look at my open palms
without fearing to lose you...

I just gaze intently and sigh!