There is a silence

That we now know as years

Why is it easier to hide?

My truth and yours divide

I can't remember the last word

Pressure has its world and itself

Better to speak then on your own terms

When I imagine the loss that brings you back

Who's thoughts then do you confide in?

Who's life are you hiding from?

There is a grace that covers all that

And time purchases the words

We realize their weight

All these parents have wars that must die with them

Why enchant their survival?

We are lucky to move in a space of freedom

I hope you don't wait

Grace, let it be this day