The sounds of my alone appear once more,
I here the creaking of the cold night floor,
It's a silence that somehow echos in my core.
It's knowing that nobody's there without seeing through the door,
Mentally shaking back and forth mixing a calm with fear,
With reoccurring shifts from the reality of you not here,
How long must you be gone before this pain will disappear,
Always and forever once again a love followed by it's tear,
The place I've been for so long now still seems so new,
After convincing my heart safe enough to let someone through,
I stop hearing my alone cause you had me and I had you too.
And now you are gone so the sounds of my alone do as they do.
Being loud in this place I am stuck left to face, the sounds of without you.
©justin_ur
J