Lonely silence

Nobody told me.
Nobody ever said.
We never talked of how things might change,
that people might change
that we might change
for better
or worse.

You laughed sometimes…
(maybe I didn't, but you did)
You never fought…
(I remember how you cried when we did)
Friends, we were.
Comrades, we were.
But comrades in what?
What did we ever accomplish?
Who can say.

I left, they left, maybe you didn't.
But we still fell apart.
Maybe it wasn't even the fighting
or the arguing
or the disagreements
or the spaces between us.
Maybe we just saw
that we weren't getting anywhere.
You can't fly in this world if nobody else wants to.

Nobody told you
the day he got sick
the day he fell and they rushed him to the hospital.
Nobody told you
that home
isn't always where the heart wants to be.
Nobody told you
what it felt like.
How it could tear you apart like paper
to drift like a leaf in the wind.
Nobody told you
the hole it would  leave.
Nobody told you.
Nobody helped you.
I left, they left, so many left.
And now so few remain.
Nobody to hear.

If a man falls in a forest
and there is no-one to hear him-
does he make a sound?