An Ordinary Wednesday

It's late here in Carolina
and the crickets are chirping
their annoying song,
yet I am oddly comforted
by the sound of continuance

My home is unbearably quiet these days
and I'd go inside to address her silence
with song or tv
if it weren't for the walls,
memories hang like ivy
from every angle eyes can see
perhaps it's time to overlay

Besides the stars are celestially inviting
with that twinkle in their sky,
giving hope to wishes
unbelievers even deem real,
but my pen is inside
where inarticulate dreams reside
waiting for me to save her
from becoming one with the scenery