Sometimes I wait for your answer, your words. I have not learned that it does not happen, or that you can propose it in another way, as absences, as gaps that are not filled with letters and phrases, your silence expresses what I do not want to hear, what I refuse to hear you say
It’s cowardly to let silence be the answer, but sometimes that’s what we have left, I still haven’t learned to expect anything from you, to have no expectations, to know that that void you create is your answer, that’s what you want to tell me.
- I can’t interpret the silence you leave when you close a door and let my thoughts fly.
- To make sense of those words you don’t say I need you to form words and explain the heavy silence you create every time you leave.
- You shut up every time you shut up.
His silence creates a distance between us, an abyss impossible to cross, an inexplicable separation that I do not deserve, which I do not understand and which I have yet to accept, but your silence is a path divided into a thousand possibilities, and I cannot know which one meets your thoughts.
Their silences are not always the same, they change without realizing it. There are shy silences, where you don’t dare talk to me, but you look me in the eye and your eyes speak for themselves.
There are ironic silences, when you look at mine and smile without saying anything, there are distracted silences when I ask you a question and you do not listen to me because you are unintentionally out of here, and above all there are complicit silences, which take your soul with lips that do not say words.
But this silence, which separates us for the moment, conveys other things, which we dare not decide and that create a deep gap between what we have and what we want. And although I expect nothing, I still doubt that I have understood all your silence.
I can find thousands of answers to your silence, but I can only answer in one way: tell me what you think, what concerns you, I am by your side to help you, to understand you, if you need a hug, I will. , if you need a kiss, I’ll give you hundreds, and if you just want me to listen to you, I will, I’ll just ask you to say what you mean.
There are many ways I can respond, I can give my silence in exchange for yours, but I don’t want to create an even bigger gap between the two of us. I can keep trying to turn your silence into words. Or I can ignore it and keep talking without getting an answer. I respect your silence and I need you to respect my uncertainty, my need to know, to know your thoughts.
If you leave without saying anything, your silence whispers to me that you no longer love me, if you do not respond to my messages, your silence tells me that you do not care how I feel or what I think. I ask you what you’re thinking and you’re not responding, your silence tells me there’s something you don’t want to tell me.
The answers you want to give with your silence may not be these but others, but I can’t know what they are if you don’t help me understand what you’re not saying.
As soon as I remember the echo of your words, I no longer hear them, you move in front of me like a ghost, like someone I don’t recognize, and it’s your silence that suggests what you can’t say in words.
And if you close the door behind you again without uttering a word, close it forever, don’t come back, because that’s when you’ll realize you just wanted to say goodbye.