Silence….

If you’ve listened close to silence,
I’m sure that you’ve heard,
The gentle constant ringing,
In the space between two words.
When you really pay attention,
You find it’s not just in your head,
But instead in the whispers of the words,
The world has left unsaid.
It’s an ‘I love you’ left unspoken,
A granddaughter’s last goodbye,
That she never had a chance to say,
As she watched her grandfather die.
It’s forgiveness never given,
And a ‘sorry’ left too late,
That would have saved a best friend’s life,
If they’d known it could not wait.
It’s a phrase that could have helped them,
And it’s the secrets that could heal.
It’s the words from those too scared to say,
The truth of how they feel,
But you have an advantage,
For you’re still alive to speak.
Words that could help save a life,
Or give strength to someone weak.
So may you never leave unspoken,
Words the whole world ought to hear,
Before they just become a ringing,
In someone else’s ear.

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