I've grown weary of conversation
Of the tireless chatter that surrounds me
And sat in my corner, separated but tethered still,
I am reminded that you are gone.
It was you who unlike any other
Would guide me gently through the forming crowds
Laughing gently at my growing frustrations
Always aware that it was wrong,
For me to crave for isolation
To huddle silently in the dark
Waiting not for absolution,
But for peace to sing its song.
I am so very tired now
Of the tsunami of emotions that torture me,
I only ever wanted to be alone
God granted my wish, you are gone.
