just like love

silence comes in many forms

sometimes

loud and deafening

an icy arrow to the chest

so piercingly cold

it causes time to freeze

sometimes

somber and heavy

the thickest blanket

encasing your form

suffocating the air surrounding you

until there is not a breath of life left

it is the moment before the pin drops

anticipation stacked taller than towers

weighing you down

to the deepest of depths

the still lands

sometimes

it is calm

the shared knowingness

between souls

soaking in beauty beyond themselves

an unspoken conversation of appreciation

for the moment they take space in

sometimes

it is in memorium of

in honor of

a greatness

that impacts the very essence

of our beings

sometimes

silence is nothing

sometimes

silence is everything

but what remains consistent

is that every time

silence makes us feel something more