silence

is there someone

who understands

the things you can’t say

the things you can’t make known

with words

i wish I could tell you

but that would defeat the purpose

how can I expect you

to know

the place I dream about

a past

that my present

knows nothing about

i go back to that place

that my feet sink into

when i feel empty

and afloat

i wish it made sense

but what does

in a universe

that doesn’t

how can i expect you

to understand

the type of pain

beneath the surface

the type that sneaks up on you

you don’t even notice

they don’t notice

they never do

if a tree falls in a forest

and no one is around to hear it

people will say

it never made a sound

that it never had a voice at all

they will grieve

what they hear

about the tree

but

tell me

what do they say

about the silence