Scribbles of the Heart

Silence

We used to talk about things

While sitting by the fountain -

Things we want,

Things we don't know for certain,

Things we dream about,

And things we believe in.

We used to walk along the avenue

And promise each other

That when we grow up

We would be richer;

You would be the president

And I'd be a famous singer.

We used to have long conversations,

Our phones hot on our ears,

Talking about snippets of the past

That brought us joyful tears,

About unfinished homeworks,

About wild nights and beers.

We used to laugh a lot

Until we gasp for air,

We used to shout on top of our lungs

Never minding their stares,

We used to hum and sing

Like nobody's listening,

We used to chat during sleepless nights

About anything, about everything.

I thought I would always hear your voice,

That you'd be there no matter what,

I thought you were the only constant thing

In my ever-changing life.

I thought we'd always be a pair -

One void without the other,

I thought we were inseparable,

I thought we'd never dare.

Now, the only thing I hear

Is that deafening silence,

Mocking me, scorning me,

Stressing out your absence.

This silence is pressing down on me

Burdening me with a weight I cannot bear,

I strain my ears to hear the faintest sound

There's not a single breath, not even a whisper.

It is a deadening silence,

A very low and static hum,

Something that keeps ringing in my ears

Even long after it's gone.