Our Silence
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The silence did not fall
Some wistful dance
A twirling leaf hushed
In its parasoled approach
~~~
Not twilight whispers
To a coming night
A quiet that seeps slow
Like honey off the comb
~~~
The dull of the murmur
As the eager audience
Waits in anticipation
For the orchestra to begin
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No, it did not fall with grace
Silence silhouetted in soliloquy
A restorative pausal effect
Natural balance heard
~~~
Our silence was never that
It crashed our conversation
Like an adolescent driver
More meteor than metaphor
~~~
Words and wishes abrupt
Plunge to their demise
Hoping the sudden stop
Ensures a painless death
~~~
And there, in the quiet left
Volumes unspoken
Emotional graffiti
A harbor in the silence
~~~
commonsensiblyspeaking 
❤️
Thank you!
Beautiful verses!
Thank you, my friend!
So many lines in this poem gripped me. Hauntingly beautiful!
Thank you, dear friend!
“Emotional graffiti “…that last stanza captured something I’ve experienced. You’re so gifted, Brad!
Thank you, Karla!
My pleasure, Brad!
I had no idea how well that silence could be described.
Thank you, young man!