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Silence is the Loudest Sort of Noise [Poetry]

January 16, 2019

Silence is the loudest sort of noise—

after the body he inhabited took its

last breath and the choirs sing their final note—

when the clapping and wailing fade out before ceasing

silence is the loudest sort of noise

 

Silence is the loudest sort of noise—

after we say grace and start chewing soggy bites and

the guests bringing flowers and casseroles go their separate

ways

when all that’s left is an empty chair—

silence is the loudest sort of noise 

 

Silence is the loudest sort of noise—

after the evening news finishes and blinks turn heavy

and the soothing hum of a reporter’s voice turns to static—

when you fold back the covers and notice how there's

no one on the other side

silence is the loudest sort of noise.

 

Silence is the loudest sort of noise—

when the space between visitors grows longer 

and the pause between calls expands like a 

sigh. When there are less With Sympathy cards 

and the pace of life picks up for everyone else—

silence is the loudest sort of noise

 

Silence is the loudest sort of noise—

when there is no call from him to check in on travel plans

or the latest gossip, or even the weather.

When it’s only memories and 

old voicemails that will never be deleted—

Silence is the loudest sort of noise 

 

Silence is the loudest sort of noise—

when the ocean becomes still and the 

froth settles into home 

walking towards it without struggling

to push his bulky chair through coarse sand—

these empty arms carrying nothing ache with weight

 

Because not holding him is the heaviest thing

I’ve never held

 

And not hearing his voice is the loudest sound

I've never heard 

 

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