Sometimes there is nothing to say. Sometimes it seems that words are not necessary any more. At times only silence seems the most eloquent response. Silences can contain meaning too. There are angry silences and there are sympathetic silences.
Sometimes though only words will do and the silence that fills the space where the words should be feels wrong, empty, a thirsty man’s glass waiting to be refilled.
We use words as tools to shape the worlds around us, to build our castles in the air and to shatter those silences that would otherwise grow up as solid as walls between us. We need the words to break through that silence.
Although, now as we walk down this familiar street together, as we have done day after day for so many years, we do not feel the absence of words, the talk that used to flow between us like a river after heavy rain.
We are content now with the silence that feels as comfortable, snug and warm as an old winter coat. We have learnt each other so well that a raised eyebrow and a complicit smile can say far more to each other than the words ever can.
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