Ever heard a penny spin endlessly before coming to a flat stop?
That’s the longest death rattle, the silence before the drop.
Ever heard the silence tell you all of it’s bad dreams?
When she refuses to explain, the silence doesn’t talk, it screams.
Ever heard the rainbow come to a stop?
A plane cease to land?
An uneaten lollipop?
It pours with unheard trophies.
Soundless unclanging landings cushioned like the softest bed which you’ll never get to sleep in.
Ever heard them tell you “your friend has passed away?”
They think it was an accident.
He died yesterday.
The silence is the same.
The quietness profound.
When your partner dies.
The emptiness resounds.
© G.P Williamson 2017