Day by day, the quiet grows between us. Our thoughts drift elsewhere. We forget to leave a mark on each other. We grow mute. And I grow tired; spun down to my barest threads. Trying desperately to patch up all these holes — in my head, where our memories used to be; in my heart, where I hope in folly each day to find you — the silence expands. The filaments binding us together start to sever as the distance lengthens, as our voices grow weaker, as the words shrink away, as we remember each other less and less and stretch farther and farther apart, forgetting to anticipate that ear-splitting moment when the cord –
now is when I vow I will not let the silence claim us.
While you can still hear it.