This is not the silence of yesterday.
Of little girls with shared dreams.
Of weaving forget-me-nots.
This is not the silence of an evening stroll.
Of lying in the grass, counting stars.
I know the silence of comfort.
Of friendship that needs no words.
Of sharing a smile.
Or finding shadows in his eyes.
This is a silence of pain.
Of anger and hurt.
Of shivering with rage.
of holding back tears.
This is a silence of fear.
Of hiding under beds.
Of holding your breath,
And stilling your heart.
This is a different silence.