The greatest silence is the absence of your loved one’s voice.
I cling to the unique sounds of people. I can freely reproduce their images and - for a time - inhale their scent, but nothing can reproduce their voice. Nothing.
The silence is loud.
I run from the silences of their absence.
I arrive to the sound of loud silence. There is only a void that I can’t avoid.
Memory fails. I am left with ... silence.
Copyright © Marjorie H Morgan 2012