I have been listening to silence,
now that you are gone.
Even the voices in my head
seem to have moved on.
Maybe I’m abusing the medication,
or maybe the dose is wrong,
but I’ve gotten used to silence
since you’ve been gone.
These days I strain to hear
anything more than my own heartbeat.
The days stretch on,
endless
and I do what I can to fill them up.
I’ve taken to making Heaven
down instead of up above,
but I’ve burned so many candles,
the fire’s more than hot enough.
Maybe I’m in Hell,
that why all the angels here
have scars.
That’s why the music is so bad
and I can’t see the stars.
I could have easily confused
the devil for a god,
he was hiding in the details,
when I accepted the box.
I guess this night of many shadows
will pass away,
bringing on the light
of another day.
And maybe I will finally find
the words to say
that I was wrong
and I have missed you
since the voices went away.
HG – 2017
