So quiet. The unusual sound of nothing but ticking of time.
Hustle and bustle of the day nowhere to be found. So quiet.
So quiet. The loudness of a silent phone pulling at the ear.
Needs and wants of others passing by unmentioned. So quiet.
So quiet. The obvious stare of a half asleep dog draws attention.
Movement and activity simply stopped without warning. So quiet.
So lonely. The clutter of hundreds of voices cannot be found.
Forgotten as distant memory though it was just yesterday. So lonely.
So lonely. The waiting for loved ones to come home seems forever.
Pretending not to notice the upcoming absence of dear one. So lonely.
So lonely. The uselessness of realizing you no longer make a difference.
Helping and striving to change things for the better has ended. So lonely.
So wistful. The memories of so many experiences stir the mind.
Replaced as easily as a burned out light bulb by another. So wistful.
So wistful. The knowledge that it was time provides but small comfort.
Knowing that when windows close doors open begs to question when. So wistful.
So wistful. The thought of all the groups my life has known makes me melancholy.
Wondering how they will grow and change yet certain they’re fine without me. So wistful.