Poem for Len

Pz-avatarby Tim Hamilton19 Mar 2019

By the time you had died,
neither you nor your family had learned that Google was a verb.

There is the silence that I use for important decisions and the trio that mean
"I don't know what to say", "I don't want to make a fuss" and "What I want to say cannot be taken back."
There is a silence to let someone else hold the floor and another to make them consider what they've said.
This silence is not mine but when I wear it, it dulls the outside world and the roaring chorus in my head.
That silence is multi-lingual, a Swiss-army-knife silence that says things other people may not want to hear.
These is the silence I loose like a sail to signal my comfort around you and the one I use to end poems.