Your Silence Gave Me All The Answers
Sometimes I wait for your answer, your words… I haven’t learned that it doesn’t come, or that maybe you offer them in another way, like absences, like gaps that aren’t filled with letters and sentences. Your silence conveys what I don’t want to hear, what I refuse to hear you pronounce.
It’s cowardly to let silence be the answer, but sometimes that’s what we’re left with. I still haven’t learned not to expect anything from you, not to have expectations, to know that this emptiness you create is your answer, that’s what you want to tell me.
I don’t learn to decipher your silence
I can’t interpret the silence you leave when you close a door and allow my thoughts to fly, to make sense of those words you don’t utter. I need you to form words and explain that heavy silence that you create whenever you leave, whenever you remain silent.
His silence creates a distance between the two of us, an abyss that is impossible to cross, an inexplicable separation that I don’t deserve, that I don’t understand and that I still have to accept. But your silence is a path that divides into a thousand possibilities, and I cannot know which one meets your thoughts.
what do i know about silence
Their silences are not always the same, they change without us realizing it. There are the shy silences, in which you dare not speak to me, but look me in the eye and your eyes speak for themselves.
There are the ironic silences, when you lock your eyes on mine and smile without saying anything. There are the distracted silences, when I ask a question and you don’t hear me because you are far from here by accident. And above all, there are the complicit silences, which snatch your soul with lips that do not utter words.
But this silence, which separates us at this moment, conveys other things, which we dare not decide and which has created a deep gap between what we have and what we want. And although I don’t expect anything else, I’m still in doubt whether I have come to understand all of your silence.
my answer to your silence
I can find thousands of answers to your silence, but I can only answer one way: tell me what you think, what worries you, I’m on your side to help you, to understand you. If you need a hug I’ll give it, if you need a kiss I’ll give it hundreds, and if you just want me to listen, I’ll do it, I just ask you to say what you mean.
I can respond in many ways, 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 that silence of yours into words. Or I can ignore him and go on talking without getting a response. I respect your silence and I need you to respect my uncertainty, my need to know, to know your thoughts.
The answers your silence gives me
If you leave without saying anything, your silence whispers to me that you no longer want me. If you don’t respond to my messages, your silence tells me you don’t care how I feel or what I think. If I ask you what you’re thinking about and you don’t answer, your silence tells me there’s something you don’t want to tell me.
It may be that the answers you want to give with your silence are not these but others, but I can’t know what they are if you don’t help me understand what you’re not saying.
I barely remember the echo of your words, I no longer hear them, you move before me like a ghost, like someone I don’t recognize, and it’s your silence that suggests to me what you can’t say in words.
And if you close the door behind you one more time without uttering a single word, close it forever, don’t come back, because that’s when you’ll realize you just wanted to say goodbye.
