In the silence
I hear
the voices
of the past
the laughter
of the memories
and of ridicule
and of swimming and running
of riding rides and flying kites
and all that has
gone before
the words and screams
the conversations
and arguments
that have faded
into the yesterdays
in the silence
I find
the pain of isolation
where I long for the sounds
and realize
that I can never go back
I feel the hugs
the hand in mine
The sleepless nights
that continue still