The sound of silence
Absolute still, nothing else sounds quite like it
Or rather doesn’t sound like absolute quiet
Solitude echoes greater truth than voluminous decibels in a cavern
The sound of tears
In the deep of night, no whimpers, no sniffles
Just wet teardrops rolling down dry raspy cheeks
They tear away even at the iciest of hearts
There is no thing like the sound of nothing
Dead silence, no crickets chirping, no creaking
Not from stairs or dead boughs swaying in the wind
No waves crashing, no teeth grinding, nothing
Just the tick-tocking of two heartbeats
Click clacking, two minds working furiously
Thinking of what to tell the other
Nothing to say, everything is done.
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