Middle-Age Loneliness

Middle-Age Loneliness

The house stands quiet after dark,

The television softly glows.

A silence settles in the rooms,

A silence only loneliness knows.

Photographs upon the wall,

Capture smiles from years before.

Faces frozen inside frames,

Though they don’t walk through the door.

Children grew and found their lives,

Building futures of their own.

The pride remains within the heart,

Yet leaves a parent more alone.

Friends became familiar voices,

Spoken to less often now.

Busy lives and passing years,

Changing every promise somehow.

The kettle whistles in the kitchen,

One cup waiting on the side.

No conversation fills the air,

No one there in whom to confide.

Weekends seem much longer now,

The hours moving slowly by.

The days are filled with little tasks,

Yet leave unanswered questions why.

Memories arrive uninvited,

Bringing laughter, bringing pain.

Some warm the soul for a while,

Some reopen wounds again.

The mirror shows a changing face,

Silver strands where youth once stayed.

Evidence of years well lived,

And sacrifices quietly made.

Loneliness can feel so heavy,

Like a weight one cannot see.

Carried through each passing day,

Hidden from the world completely.

Yet even in the darkest moments,

Hope refuses to disappear.

Sometimes all it takes is kindness,

To remind us someone cares.

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