Silence #4

You don’t say it. But your stillness shouts. You taught me language. But you forgot to show me the weight of what’s unsaid. I measure your words. But your pauses tell me more. You are fluent in restraint. Even when it hurts. A thread stretches across her mouth, holding it shut. But her eyes say enough. Silence explores repression. The kind that simmers behind politeness, survival, or fear. This is not the quiet of peace, but of everything unspoken. A reminder that absence is often louder than presence.