In the still of the night
There is a sweet coolness
To my pillow
That used to seduce me to slumber
Now, to slumber
Is dreaded inevitability
The pillow next to me lies unused
Night after night I am reminded—you’re gone.
The days I can handle
Busyness creeps and slithers around me
Consuming my thoughts
I forget night’s lonely, cold blackness
Its deafening silence…
I wish I could believe the departed could visit,
Send signs to the living.
Maybe then I’d fill my nights watching for your signal…
Let expectation fill my emptiness,
Wash away my pain
And maybe I’d hope too
That you’d yearn for me enough to live again
To snuggly cuddle, reminisce times past…
Add lacking warmth to darkness
Erase the cool still of night.
When Miranda Nolan inherits a house she soon discovers a need to solve the mysteries surrounding the late owner along with resolving the strong attraction she feels for a co-claimant who lost his hearing and faces a world of silence.