As she puts the key in the door
he is there to greet her
The silence is deafening
but its the language they speak
He shares her meals with her
in their comfortable
and uncomfortable
existence
And accompanies her throughout her day
at home
She finds him in the darkest
and deepest
part of the night
His cold embrace is what greets her
at the end of the day
She knows it well
He occupies the opposite side
of the bed
She whispers to him
and he quietly listens
He knows her greatest
fears
desires
and secrets
“He” is loneliness
and she knows him well
Something Resembling Life 