I don’t know why but I do.
There will be no voices and no song.
Only quiet. Stillness.
Memories that crowd out today
and give the deafening silence voice.
But I wait.
For a glimpse, for a moment, for a sign.
A reason to explain the loneliness or make sense of the emptiness.
The wave of a hand that erases the hurt or brings back the lost.
Alone and in solitude, for this time to pass.
For a sun to shed light on the gray-shadowed life.