Past the Crescendo
The birds chirp on sweetly, children laugh and play
Sunlight filters through green leaves, offering comfort with its rays
Surrounded by peace and beauty, it creeps in anyway
It’s a sinking in the chest, a deep and heavy Weight
A shoulder slumping effect, and it’s always been the same
It’s returning to an empty home
From surrounded by people, to now all alone
It’s catching sight of the reflection I own
And a manufactured cheerful tone
It’s listening to the muffled talks
Through the restaurant bathroom walls
It’s the release of a hand and the ends of calls
And the solitude found in empty halls
It’s the quiet after a song is done
Before another one has begun
It’s the singing of songbirds and a rising sun
Following a night of loud, careless fun
It’s watching your loved ones dance and sway
From a solo table with a wistful gaze
It’s smiling goodbyes and “drive safe, okay?”s
And a sudden ache as the car pulls away
It’s the small, quiet grief on a return flight
Almost disappointed to see city lights
It’s the dark, blank ceiling in the dead of night
Thoughts still reeling, no closure in sight
Frustration follows, claws sunk into joy
But fading to hollow was never a choice
Protesting’s no use; there’s shakes in my voice
The Weight always creeps in in the silence after noise
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