There is a loneliness so deep it hums.
Hours stretched thin. Ceiling spinning above you.
The ache for company sharper than the need of sleep.
But as the night grows heavier,
there is a pulse in the corner,
a hush that feels thick.
You reach for comfort from emptiness,
and find something reaching back.
Now you wish for solitude,
but the dark is listening.
and silence
has learned your every name.