empty
Now, there is only silence. The distance stretches out, meandering over thousands of miles; silent streaks of clouds spreading across sky, moving noiselessly across the vacant blue as if needing to be somewhere at a certain time. Where are the arms now, that enfold and warm? Where is the low voice that comforts and confers? The sound of someone else near, moving about, tinkering, breathing is gone. Vacancy, a space unfilled where cold air rushes to fill. Is lonliness an empty space or a longing for company? She sits by the window to wait. The hours elongating into the thin night teetering on the edge of dawn, stars fading into gathering light. She waits yet no one comes. No one displaces the enveloping cold around her as she shrinks further into herself, balling her body into its own warmth. She could wait, wait until the trees were lush with leaves again, wait until her hair reached the floor, silvery grey and twisting in unbrushed knots. She could wait by the window, in the silence, in the empty space of her heart, forever.
10:15 PM | |
