The quiet solitude of a dark room,
Lit only by the computer screen,
Casting strange shadows on the walls,
Fills me with calm.

A brush of sensation crosses my periphery.
Inexplicably reminded of someone I know,
I reach out with my hand blindly,
Turning my head to say, “Hey.”

My hand stills in the air.
No one stands near.
Only the eerie feeling
Of an invisible guest.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s