solidarity;
no voices to call out to, calling back to you
the silence, blinding as you reach out for noise
something, anything, but nothing's there
yet, there's a peace in that nothing
the serenity of it all, encased in the quiet, never to fall
nothing to speak to, but the thoughts in your head
they ring back, as you slip away within yourself
the solidarity soaks you in a cool warmth, that's home
it's warm embrace with nothing other than yourself
your whole life behind you, and absence in front
you keep a fragment of yourself in this solidarity
fall back into it, when all you need is yourself
cause there's no stress of living when you're living alone
no one to come home to, no dishes to clean
there's no one to disappoint,
Except Yourself.
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