The sound of heartbreak

The sound of heartbreak
Is silence.

It’s a trap door
With a person shouting, down beneath.
It’s the sound of a whirring fan
That blocks the cries of pain,
Or the running of water
As it drowns the jagged sobs.

The sound of heartbreak
Isn’t very loud.
But if you listen closely,
You can hear it trying to break free.
To shout loudly that it’s there,
That it’s not going to go away.
That it found a place deep down
To hibernate.

The sound of heartbreak
Is still beating.
Even when it’s buried,
It’s still alive.
No matter how many nails
Are hammered in the coffin,
It still breathes deeply
As you gasp for air.

The sound of heartbreak
Is so quiet.
It sneaks up behind you
Late at night.

When the world has gone to bed
And you’re the only one awake.
It’s ruthless, some evenings
But no one else knows,

Because the sound of heartbreak
Is silence.

But to you, the sound
Is deafening.

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