A Lonely Silence

At times the echo of my voice, lingers far too long. Something that wasn't my choice. But results when another has gone. Being alone I have found, how loud silence can be. So I speak, creating sound. Carrying on a conversation with me. I ask and answer my own questions, and laugh when I say something funny. I consider my own suggestions, listening to my advice about money. A lonely silence, all that you hear. But you are unable to walk away. It is within, so it's always near, sadly, this companion will stay. So I fill the hours of the day, talking nonstop to no one there. The heartfelt words that I say, mean nothing, going nowhere.