the night is quiet
besides the planes overheard
there is no noise
whatsoever
just the sound
of his heart
as he sits

lost in thought

his mind races
from extreme
to extreme

a barrage of images
that have been carved
deep
into his mind

he is off balance
nearly dizzy

how many times
did he fill the quiet
with noise
to drown out
the noise
that wouldn’t allow him
to sit
in quiet

notes of sorrow
like a delicate
wafting
perfume
trickling like a tear
down his cheek

a low moan
of a choked down sob
of a memory
of pain

that came from
the last person
it should come from

why does he do this to himself
allow the bitter
to drown the sweet
to dwell in hell
when heaven

is at his fingertips

he will ask the ceiling
it won’t respond
spoiler alert
it never does

doesn’t stop him
from asking
not on a night like this

the night is quiet
besides the planes overheard
there is no noise
whatsoever
just the sound
of his heart
as he sits