Silence is both a friend and an enemy.
It sings out when you are alone, laying over you like a blanket.
Its presence is either comforting or smothering, yet somehow both.
It is the empty gap after a risky action.
It is the shared emotion in a finite space.
It is a salve after a tiresome event.
It is grating after the loneliness kicks in.
It is undecided when you walk in the door.
But it is constant when you are alone.