The curtains are drawn. The lights are out. The house is now dark. The night is deep and silent. No ticking of the clock. Not a sound, not even the breathing of my beating heart, just the tapping of my keypad as I quickly write these few lines before I drop off to sleep. While my eyes soften, the quiet night stirs me awake to the emptiness in the darkness. My restless mind, wheeling back through the days gone by, fumbles for the look in your eyes the last time I saw you. In the dark, I try to read the lines between your silence and the things you never said. But the lines blur. So I rest in stillness beneath the dark ceiling. Darkness all around, I wait for the dawn.