Let’s not talk tonight. Let silence play out until morning comes back, waking us out of our sleepless reverie. Let it untie the knots that time has thrown between us.
Silence, oh this silence. It has torn me and you; torn us into shreds that left to themselves could have grown into different versions of the same person. Silence, that was once the language we spoke fluently, has now morphed into a cacophony interspersed with discordant voices. Yet, I want it to be the healer again.
For silence is the best healer I have known. Better than questions whose answers create more questions. We have always loved questions. Questions that opened me to you and you to me, with answers that we needed to hear. Questions, some of which were answered not by words, but by hands that met leisurely while the city sped past every evening on its buses and its bikes. Some others were answered by glances that could not notice people rushing back to their homes, oblivious of the coffee shop that enveloped us in a dream. Some questions we just chose to leave at the river while we went out bathing in the hope that they would get washed away like the sands on the shore.
Tonight, I leave the questions behind us. For even the river has now broken; its flow was never strong enough to cut through the rock. In spite of its fury, its frothing passion, there was only so much it could do. So there we were, between the rock and the river, gnawing, stabbing at stone that refused to break. The river complied.
Silence will heal it all. Erase the questions that need not be answered. Some day, the sun will walk to the other end of the earth, and come back redressed in a new shade of crimson. The pervasive silence will have wiped the slate clean. Questions will have melted away. Perhaps you and I will have melted too, and reformed ourselves.
For that someday, I want to be silent tonight.