When Silence tiptoed behind softly and
touched me on my weary shoulder,
I looked behind to find a stranger
But saw my friend instead ,
though a wee bit older.
Oh Silence! Long time, buddy!
I cheered up as I said
though I saw the face stiffen
I reckon , was it because of rage?
I read her face, like I often did
with my eyes closed shut.
The script of silence like the braille
I read with my moving fingers.
She stood askance and stared at me
(Was it a spate of stingers?)
I saw her fade and melt away
before I could reach and hold her!