They are gone.

There is no noise.

Isn’t this what I wanted? silence

no whispers, no laughter.

the small and cozy suddenly immensely desolate

sweetly, morning chirps at my mess

But no light or softness of the quiet joy that tip toes out of bed each morning.

No heavy groans of deep slumber,

No rising and falling heaps of warmth.

One body

solitude.

adrift in cold waves of a warming morning.

isn’t this what I wanted? emptiness