“The quiet sense of something lost”
Tennyson

I find myself
Alone
In a sterile room,
No windows,
No doors,
Only white walls
Of nothingness.
Where are you?
Where have you gone?
It's been so long
Since you came to me,
Nights spent with
Only the shades
Of those who have hurt me
In too many ways
To remember.
Now, at this time
When I need you most
Will you come back to me?
Will you stand by me
As you once did?
Do you still love me
As you always have?
But...
Perhaps it isn't you
Who has deserted me,
But me who has
Deserted you,
Shut you out of
This sterile room
I have locked myself
Into,
Entombed in depression,
Despair,
And self doubt.
How can I escape?
How can I find my way
Back to you?
To us?
If I reach deep
And once again
Find my faith,
If I reach out to you
Will you reach back,
Grasp my hand
And pull me free
To hold me close
Once again?

c. 2025