Silence

Your silence speaks so loudly; when you actually say something, I won’t be able to hear it due to my deafened ears from all the noise of nothing being said. My ears ring from the quiet and I can’t hear my own thoughts. Your message is loud and clear and I have figured out what you want. The creator is now the destroyer, killing his best in show. Reopening those wounds healed by eternal dance to the heart strings played. If only eternity didn’t end yesterday. The colors painted, ones never seen before by human eyes are now turned to gray, black and white. Projections of negatives like photographs from life’s past, how appropriate for the circumstance. The masterpieces chiseled by erosion due to the speed of the blood pumping through my heart is finished and now left to decay. The beauty of it all is there to spectate but the work done by human blood is finished and all I have now is dirty, red hands. I carry here and empty box of band-aids because that’s the only resource I have left. There’s nothing in package just like the spot where my heart used to stay. Your silence coddles my heart with cold, dry hands only to carry it back to my chest with only my body to heat and heal it. But before the healing can begin, the heart must fit snug in the spot it used to call home, to make this so, the remolding of it must be done so that the connection can mimic that of two years ago. Your silence has done a lot; it has delivered your messages loud and clear. Though, tonight, the difference is it had a gift to bare. Your silence gave me back my heart because it’s not for you to have anymore. It is your silence that sets you apart from me because where there is silence is where we used to be.