therein lies the truth

There lies a silence
in the room that is
disquieting.
It is there, even though the
two do speak and they do
hear it
even as they talk, trying, if nothing
else,
to
drown
it
out. It is not a new
silence. It has been
there
and has grown, until it has
almost
taken
shape. Some might call
it palpable,
but it is even more than
that. It is domineering, dominating all that is
said and,
certainly, all that is
heard. “Funny,” he says to no one, for she is gone, now,
“I need to find someplace quiet to think.”