I remember being small and often visiting an elderly couple
who always had an awkward silence between them.
They never referred to each other in terms of endearment. They never touched. They rarely looked directly at each other. Their recliners were side by side with a
small table between and it might as well have been a brick wall.
It was not the comfortable silence of two people who have
spent their lives in such togetherness that they didn't need words to fill the
air because they each knew what the other was thinking without speaking
audibly. It was the bitter tense silence
of a lifetime of disappointment, discontent and betrayal.