Silent as the grave

Silence was... Before you spoke. While still in my embrace Your voice ended in quiveres. Asking qurries we both didn't want to hear the answeres to. So they stayed rhetorical. Open ended questions putter Off into eternity. Questions like "why?" Or "how" They float away, Silent as the grave. Or silent like the response When single mothers ask where their husbands went. Silent like tears after a shouting match. Silent like the void That was Left when they ripped my childhood out of my chest. Silent but louder then sirens Soft but harsher then bombs. Empty but more full then the sea Distant, but closer then you are to me. Silence is Silence will always be.