Silence is absence.

It’s the absence of that first strangled breath that breaks into a wail. It is what accompanies the body as it enters the world, and is what’s left behind after the early departure

It’s the cause of sleepless nights, which disturbs more than the anticipated cries.

It’s the stroller who gathers dust in the corner, instead of dirt from the paths

It is the lack of laughter in a home. The lack of tantrums and slammed doors.

It is the lives of two, who dance around each other, trying to detangle from a third who never arrived

It is all that never came to be

Silence is absence