The Simplicity of Silence.

The idle prattle of friends
Goes on and on and on
Seemingly without end
When silence ensues
Uncomfortably gnaws at ease
Whether willed or not
Paid attention to or not
Such is the silence of friends.
This quiet is not really silence
Like gaps, breaks, cracks in a bridge
A bridge never really crossed
For a best friend is silence
Fulfilling, enduring, comforting
Always there if needed
Even if forgotten
An escape from the clutter of noise
Reminder for sanity
Balance of self
Absence of sound
Presence of affinity
Unlike clamor which comes and goes
Silence is always there.