In the silence

It was an endless stream of words. Some were likely beautiful, filled with meaning. But I could no longer read.

The walls had gone up, entrance no longer granted. The words were meaningless to me.

I was screaming again with no understanding of the why of it.

I had lost you.

I was horrified, desperate.

Everything was said between the endless words, the endless argument.

Everything I needed to hear existed there.

In the silence.