Silence—a.h

An ode of silence (with a little bit of words).

Come now my darling,

lets show them how we speak silence so fluently

we are so eloquently quiet

for when we speak, the noise distances us apart 

and the words get caught into a net of misunderstanding

when we bask in the sound of nothing we don’t need to stir words inside our chipped cups of tea for it to sound a little less bitter

they say, some day the silence will grow like tangled shrubs between us, coming to strangle us

but I say it keeps all the regrets at bay

and the only silence I can’t bear is the kind when your laugh doesn't go all the way through

the kind of silence when the car ride home becomes trail of gasoline bound to explode as soon as a lighter is held up too close to home

the kind when the silence becomes a library shelved with books of all the things we cannot say

that is when the silence becomes a song for sorrow 

silence is a language when it hurts to speak

and it is best spoken it in the spaces between words

but pray, do tell me, what good are words in a poem about silence?