Silence

A man reflects on death and the loss of his beloved.

Falling into silence,

The sewing closed of the mouth

With the black heart strings and the slender needle

That has pricked me and has drawn my blood.

 

She’s falling into silence,

So I shall do the same.

I shall sew closed my mouth

The way hers has been done before.

 

I will remain quiet.

There shall not be a sound from me,

For all eternity and then beyond

For without her voice

Mine will never be.

 

Her story is intertwined with mine

And with great struggle

I shall never speak it,

For the truth is unbearable

And inconceivable

And shall cease to exist like her voice

And like mine within due time.

 

It will fall into silence

And we all,

We all will follow

And fall into our silence,

Bound in the grip and wrappings of eternity’s quiet.