PoetryThe Endless Undiluted Silence by Sarah Gordon in the April 2024 issueShareShare on TwitterShare on FacebookEmail to a friendPrint I wish I could reach you there, where it is you live now, the ripples of days cascading to no sound, where it is you aren’t. I can’t get beyond that wall, I can’t find you anywhere. Not in the nightly news, not on the patio near the birdfeeders