Sometimes I can't pick apart why Why I choke on the bitterness of my own hurtful words I want not to see you, but I can't imagine life without you Why when you enter, my being goes rigid Like a wooden board that won't snap, but will hurt when tempted Both you and the board
The air lays still and lifeless giving no leaf a need to care, No sound of passing traffic or kids laughter in the air. Everywhere seems silent as if the world has lost its voice, Even birds seem silent, bereft of song as if without a choice.
So eerie and pervasive is the silence right there outside my door, Shouting aloud in its hush change to all things that went before. Long periods of empty air, devoid of usual sounds I once ignored. Leaving silence etched in mind where fear has seared and scored.