I know too well the deflated silence
of a recently vacated space
I am wont to cling to connection
even after the second to last person
to leave has made their exit
I linger in the afterglow of what was
until the empty silence is unbearable
and I hasten to escape it
but I am beginning to discover
that the solitude is different
when I am not the last to leave
different when I choose to move
from gathering to leaving
even when it means choosing
to accept both solitude and silence
I discover that in fact I am enough
and that even the emptiness of silence
is nothing to be feared
April 2020
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