Silence is the smell of salt in the air as I watch my friend be lowered into the ground. Silence is the scent of flowers tossed on her casket.

Silence is the whiff of gas filling the bathroom at the mall until the person leaves so you can poop in peace.

Silence is the aroma of his shampoo and body wash combined with his skin as I lay in his arms at night.

Silence is the scent of cigarette smoke lingering on his clothes before his girlfriend who hates smoking hugs him.