The silence was deafening
The first time I drove home from work
And your voice wasn’t playing through my speakers
I spent the next commutes
Alone with my own racing thoughts
Filling the chasm left behind with the songs we used to sing together
So at least I had a little bit of you when the rest of you was gone
But even the loudest music was drowned out by overwhelming grief
The wailing cry of reality
The banshee of my new world sorrowfully shrieking
The silence was deafening
The first time I drove home from work
And couldn’t tell you about my day