Silence

Silence
For a brief moment I wasn’t alone.
And I almost believed it.
A silent voice came into the shadows
allowed me to define freedom
a spark of curiosity and passion
teaching me to smile without the mask.
And for a moment I thought the world could be kind.
And I almost believed it.
And I almost forgot what silence was like.
And I did not miss it.
That dark void that rapes your soul,
You smile with all your scars.
And with time they almost become invisible.
but they never really go away.
And for a moment I thought they were really gone.
As if maybe they were the scars of silence and not my own.
And I almost believed it.
The voice said I love you once.
I pretended not to hear.
Because tequila kisses and quick cover ups
Vomit at midnight
Walls facing Walls.
I would not hold him to it.
But I almost believed it.
But not quite as much as I wanted to.
I almost forgot what silence was like.
The voice visits me less and less.
And the shadows return playing with the hands of a clock.
The sound marks hours of memories you don’t want to remember.
Scars reappear though they were never really gone.
Silence is the color of eternity.
You get used to it over time.
I thought I would never have to hear it again.
I almost believed it.
Welcome back my old friend.
1/14/2009