The room is full
but the silence is deafening;
the room is full
but the silence deafens me.
I am in your arms
but the warmth freezes me
I feel your touch
yet loneliness is a friend of me.
The room is full
but the silence deafens me;
the room is full
but the silence inside is deafening.
I see you in front of me
but I know deep down
you’re miles away from me
your story has a thousand words
but they land on my ears like empty barrels.
Unplugged from the socket
the energy stopped flowing
I ran out of battery life – I’m flat.
The room is full
but the silence deafens me
and I have the impression
I’ll find true company when left alone.

Image credit: Rose Waugh