you are the silence before the storm.
an unsettling calm.
you are a moment to myself,
a peaceful decompression.
you are a silent household where
I’ll let myself sing a psalm.
you are a yearning for companions,
an unhealthy obsession.
an ode to this loneliness,
a juxtaposing thing.
one moment I’m at peace within,
the next I’m crying mad.
a calm wishing for warm weather,
a desperate plea for spring.
at the end of every day, I’m lonely,
solely myself to be had.