The blankets kicked
The pillows pulled tight,
The sweat upon the brow
The hollow sound of an empty heartbeat
He is the laughing mask,
The smiling face with frowning eyes
The well practiced joke never shared
He is the guy watching TV alone,
The checking of the blinking command of every txt message,
The hungry hope for contact
The deathly silence of an empty apartment
He is the table with one empty chair seldom used except by the mail,
The meal for two eaten only by one,
The refrigerator filled with leftovers destined to be tossed out
The unwanted last bites of an otherwise good dinner
The sour smell of a greasy meal still thick in the air
He is the buzzing of the bathroom light,
The sound of scrubbing teeth, and shower water running
The quiet planning of the day ahead
The face in the mirror once recognized, now looking back, a stranger
The smiling face with frowning eyes
He is the nice guy everyone likes but no one really knows
The easy going friendly one, active and talking and yet still and silent,
The voice of hunger,
The face of thirst,
The hand outstretched,
The broken seat in the crowded room,
He is the conversation soon forgotten,
The vanishing puff of breath,
The soon to fade memory
The ghost in waiting
The haunting as he has been haunted
He is the only friend to loneliness
The only one to understand desolation
The giver of tears
The embracer of sorrow
The endless night wearing a mask of calm
The abandoned lover
The forgotten friend
He is the face of all those who were two but now are only one
The body of all those who share in the communion of exile
The slow drip of a leaky faucet
The long silence when all the water has ran out
The face of being left behind
He is the loneliness and the loneliness was me
The one I had to be in order to see
The guy I had to pass through
The ugly body of pain
The painful path
The rainy part of a journey to starting over
He is the guy watching TV alone,
The checking of the blinking command of every txt message,
The hungry hope for contact
The deathly silence of an empty apartment
He is the table with one empty chair seldom used except by the mail,
The meal for two eaten only by one,
The refrigerator filled with leftovers destined to be tossed out
The unwanted last bites of an otherwise good dinner
The sour smell of a greasy meal still thick in the air
He is the buzzing of the bathroom light,
The sound of scrubbing teeth, and shower water running
The quiet planning of the day ahead
The face in the mirror once recognized, now looking back, a stranger
The smiling face with frowning eyes
He is the nice guy everyone likes but no one really knows
The easy going friendly one, active and talking and yet still and silent,
The voice of hunger,
The face of thirst,
The hand outstretched,
The broken seat in the crowded room,
He is the conversation soon forgotten,
The vanishing puff of breath,
The soon to fade memory
The ghost in waiting
The haunting as he has been haunted
He is the only friend to loneliness
The only one to understand desolation
The giver of tears
The embracer of sorrow
The endless night wearing a mask of calm
The abandoned lover
The forgotten friend
He is the face of all those who were two but now are only one
The body of all those who share in the communion of exile
The slow drip of a leaky faucet
The long silence when all the water has ran out
The face of being left behind
He is the loneliness and the loneliness was me
The one I had to be in order to see
The guy I had to pass through
The ugly body of pain
The painful path
The rainy part of a journey to starting over
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