In a lonely place

Sometimes you get so used to the noise To the chaos and the doing of things That when the silence comes You don’t know what to do with yourself. You’re left In this wasteland of quiet Left to your thoughts Left to your dreams Left to your memories of how things ought to be. You get so used to the warmth of another heart curled around yours That when that security blanket is gone You’re neither alone nor lonely But some amalgamation of the two. You breathe You sigh You whisper into the darkness You stare unblinking into the light And you shake at the silent judgement that comes in the stillness. You become a statue Unmoved Unyielding Untouched Sculpted from the fires of hell Molded from days which words cannot do justice Brought to bear by the ache rooted so deeply within you It cannot be excavated with mere conjecture and a pretty turn of phrase. You are trapped within this web of quietude Deaf to all the world Save the beat of a heart The heart Your heart That throbs in the distance calling you home.