the argument ended

when one chose quiet.

the last harsh word

stood alone, hovering

and magnified, visibly

out of place.

ringing out, echoing

until only the memory

of its sound could be heard

in the distance as silence

washed over, filling the

space fighting once held.

the quiet was deafening,

as dust seemed to pause

in mid-air and nature

held its breath for a

moment, realizing the change.

slowly, birds could be heard

singing, dew dripping off

leaves as the wind shook

the trees from their slumber.

the world crested in silence,

not broken, not defeated,

just listening to what

remained after anger

had spoken.