I can write the loneliest lines
Because I feel them in my bones

The whirr of machinery a dull noise in me
A reminder of my situation as
I sit and face a placid screen

And each key that is pressed is a hammer fall to my center
Reminding me of the lack of
Meaningfulness in my mind

I can write lines
Like
The wind chills my heart further as I exist in silence with the night
Because I realize then

That the empty is made more so by the lack of you
And so I sit and write as if this were a conversation

I sit and I write as if I’m not dreaming
But that's the irony
Dreams and stardust are all that I live for

For in the solitude I dream of companionship
For in the void I dream of being filled

For in the loneliness, in the night and in the silence
I dream of you and you alone