My Story

My story is long silent.
It is Silence now,
which follows me.

It follows me
to tell a story,
about the silence,
weaved in with unsaid telling,
of a million meaning.
Unheard echos
of countless memories.

My story died,
with its mysteries safely tucked away
in its heart.
Untouched.

It departed never betraying Silence.
And now it is time,
my Silence, lived,
Her promise to me.
It is time,
My Silence followed me,
and told Her story.