Where the Silence Goes
There is a road
I never take,
a quiet turn
beside the lake.
There is a name
I never say,
but somehow it
still finds its way.
I watched the morning
lose its light,
grey clouds folding
into white.
The trees stood still,
the water knew,
how every silence
leads to you.
I kept your letter
in a drawer,
though I don’t read it
anymore.
Some things grow lighter
with the years,
some only learn
to disappear.
Where does the silence go
when no one hears it fall?
Where do the old dreams sleep
when we don’t dream at all?
I let the river take
the words I couldn’t say.
Still, every quiet road
seems to remember your name.
I passed the house
we used to know,
the garden wild,
the windows closed.
A curtain moved
behind the glass,
like something waiting
for the past.
And for a moment
I could see
the person I
once thought I’d be.
Then evening came
across the hill,
and everything
was quiet still.
Where does the silence go
when no one hears it fall?
Where do the old dreams sleep
when we don’t dream at all?
I let the river take
the words I couldn’t say.
Still, every quiet road
seems to remember your name.
Maybe nothing
ever leaves.
Maybe time
just changes shape.
Maybe love becomes
a place
we cannot enter,
cannot escape.
Where does the silence go
when morning comes again?
Where do the lost years hide
when we stop asking when?
I let the river take
everything I couldn’t save.
Still, in the fading light,
I hear you call my name.
And the water moves on.
And the water moves on.
So do I.
S.
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