Sometimes life can be quiet,
With moments of reprieve.
Thoughts intercept silence;
And companionship I begin to bereave.

Sometimes life can be loud,
With strenuous bouts of peace.
The abyss blocks the way -
And exsanguinates the hopeful day.

Often life is lifeless,
And the possibility of companionship becomes priceless.

If just for a moment in time,
She can become mine -
The silence can be stilled.

And after that fleeting moment,
Solitude can resume,
And cease being my opponent.

Melancholy will answer my call,
As she always has,
And time will go on -
Outside of my mind forged Alcatraz.