It is not the confine

It is not the confine

The empty nest

A cold white room

With antiseptic silence

Nothing to hear

But tinnitus

The beat of a heart

In empty ears

The echo of yesterday

Rebounding

Into the future

As the fear of isolation

Takes hold

The view from a window

Of another life

The pointless comparison

With every fresh face

As the world goes by

Involved

In other business

The pain

Of laughter

When words catch

In the back of your throat

The disordered thinking

When a glass is drained

And the floor

Rears up

To greet you

Not for the first time

The fog descends

Unto morning

It is not the ache

Of goodbye

The sorrow in hello

It is the regret

You can’t give up

Which entraps you

Let it go

See it for what it is

A disease

For which

You are the only cure.