by Ellen Pepper
Silence is not golden.
Its threads become a tapestry
of anguish,
of confusion,
of uncertainty,
of hurtful memories,
and sullen regret.
When a friend gave no forwarding address,
and left their stuff behind.
Why that man went away without saying goodbye.
Why she spoke only with others,
yet you were all unknowing,
... until hearing of her lies.
Questions will always be unanswered -
a gaping abyss of puzzlement.
To what end?
What can be said when nothing was spoken?
No farewell, no explanation...
just a solemn walking away.
You'll learn to let go, to stop the haunting.
There, on the wall,
is the tapestry of unknown,
unspoken reasons.
It's woven with every silence.
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© Ellen Pepper 2022
Painting: Blue Silence - Mona Edulesco
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