There is nothing more to be said

There was a phone call after some deliberate silence.  Checking in after bad news.  Bad news talk made way to talk of some of what had happened, before, and what was happening, more recently, now. Before I knew it, an hour had passed, but it wasn’t the same as before, and there were pauses, awkward. I let them be. There were statements, painful. They weren’t mine to soothe anymore. There were truths that might be reassuring, if they could be heard. Those truths, I said.

There came a point, though, when there was not so much as a realization as a general knowing–there is nothing more to be said.  I wished him good night, asked him to take care because even with everything else, there is at least that– I still care.  Then I set down the phone, plugging it in to recharge.


5 thoughts on “There is nothing more to be said

  1. Dawn

    (slightly) OT: are you OK? Were you affected by the lockdown today?

    I hope you know we pray for you, hope for you, wish you naught but the best. Like you need more angst!


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