Silence of the Night

It's the middle of the night,

just me and some light,

in the silence of the dark,

thinking on the past.

I sit on my bed,

watching how it looks,

the colors of my room,

lost when the lights are off.

Is it strange,

how time has shaped,

the unfallable tought,

of one day being here again,

and walk out of this.

I’m feeling alone in me,

like a self kiss,

to nowhere to be given out,

to no one’s breath to hear.

How heavy is the silence,

of unfinished books,

of clothes to wash,

of dreams to make,

come true.