Vows Byron Hoot I have broken my vow a few times today, the one living alone gives, the vow of silence. I go out of my way to break it when I can – a call, a word to a stranger. The vow does not include interior monologues and dia- logues – these are not negotiable. Some days there are no other voices needed, some days, like today, I need to speak, to hear, to churn the words to the meanings – however small – they hold. Sometimes I need to hear for that other vow to be known, the one that says if I hear I will be heard: cross my heart, hope to die, I’ve heard those words spoken.