The Loudest Silence

Wind brushes the window…

but the glass—

yeah, the glass—

keeps it from touching me.

Noise falls asleep,

one sound at a time,

and silence slides in

like it already owns the room.

My eyes stay open.

My body writes invisible sentences in the air,

my mind sinking—

sinking—

into a place nothing can hold.

And the only thing alive beside me

is this night.

Every night.

The same night.

The heavy one.

The honest one.

The one that never lies.

Heartbeat.

Breath.

These two—

just these two—

pin the whole room together.

My private soundtrack,

the song that plays

without a single sound.

And I lie there, listening—

because sometimes

silence is the loudest thing

in the whole damn world.