Silence is not always golden
when one’s beholden to grief.
So many sounds
no longer linger  in the air —
sounds longed for —
the longing increased
by their absence.
If only something could be heard
to reassure the one who once
found  comfort in those sounds
that never will be anymore.
The pain will flee, no doubt
but then will come again —
perhaps diminished.

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