What is the hardest part
                    Of being alone?
It's the quietness,
A stillness making
What ought have been a home-
a house.
It's filled with beds,
But those lover's nests
Are             Empty.
And the thought is
As occupying as a dream.
A dream you cannot feel
Because the loneliness is keeping you awake

With no one to hold down your fears
         And keep you safe.

Falling fast,
taking time.
Delicately dreaming,
past prophecies.
Feeling fine,
loving life's lies.

Falling fast,
through time.
Trying to tame,
my malicious mind.
Memories mounding,
silently sounding,
alarms and animals,
waking wildly.