How can silence be so loud?

We all know what happened to that loose lipped Irish man, what a story, was he the victim or the bad man? What a story, is it true?

Oh the pain that caused his family, do you think it hurt him or his family more?

What was not said spoke so loud.

“How long has it been?”
not long enough.

“Where is…. I haven’t heard”
Safe, we cried last month

“Can you believe what I heard….”
No I can not. The silence is too loud.

The pain of faces speaks of the silent yelling in their ears. It echos, as we do not hear.

“you did not come last time, I looked for you.” That is why I did not come.

Smiles hiding gritted teeth and never a shoe tossed with such importance.

But where are the others… no that’s right they do not exist. If silence did not survive then neither did they, did our family not at least learn that. ‘Oh how your family has grown!’ and only the eye searches out the sibling not there. Relief, fear, anticipation what was that twinkling?

They don’t exist, they can not hurt me, they can not tell.

How can silence be so loud?

We all know what happened to that loose lipped Irish man, what a story, was he the victim or the bad man? What a story, is it true?

'Oh the pain he caused his family, do you think it hurt him or his family more?

The family took the true pain. Silence broken set him free. He will never be here again’ and He smiles in a better place. Those that could not be there are his companions now. They will talk again but the pain is less as they think on the many that went.

How can silence be heard with so many voices? It echos as we do not hear.