Silence shrieks down hollow halls
And I long to hide behind the curtains.
There is no warmth to be found.
There is no joy to be heard reverberating back.
I glance over my shoulder in hope that I have made a wrong turn & you will be behind me;
There to rescue me.
There to hold my hand.
You aren't.
You never were.
I was always holding my own hand
& saving my own skin.
I wonder know who it was
That was really needed here.