To the Moon

Bailey Wilson | 

Silence can be louder than a full symphony 

And more delicate than a broken wing

And here in this room, it chokes me

Takes the air from my lungs and leaves me gasping 

Drowning on nothing but my own grief

The silence in this room is deafening 

My phone rests in my limp hand

And I know the call is still connected 

But the words that were spoken have rendered anymore meaningless

I wonder if it was silent when she passed 

My Grandmother did not like silence

I remember our last family dinner

As she sat at the head of the table

Looking at children and grandchildren

And she smiled

Because she was so happy to just be around us

My grandmother and I 

We didn’t just say I love you

We said

I love you to the moon and back

And now I wonder if I will ever see the moon

Without it being accompanied

by the hollow feeling of loss​

Someone once told me

That when the ones we love pass on

They become the brightest stars in the sky 

That evening, I share my last cup of tea with my Grandmother

I sit on the front step and tell her how we’ve been

That her dogs are taken care of

And when I say goodbye

I tell her I love her

To the moon and back

And I hope 

That wherever she may be

It’s full of life and love  

And I hope that there is no silence