when the people dissipate
and leave you alone,
where they once was a crowd?
What are you left with
at the end of a debate,
when voices trail off
and the silence is loud?
Are you left exhausted,
emptied of your light,
drained of your lifeblood,
solitude your respite?
Are you left full to bursting,
ready to explode?
Is your heart made to pump
by the love that was shown?
Are you left in a dark place
with the parts of your soul
that seem ready to drown you
if you slip and let go?
Are you left with just stillness -
no joy, no regret?
Is your mind left at ease?
Is isolation no threat?
My prayer for you
when you sit without company,
in the silence and stillness
and quiet cacophony,
is that love is what fills you
and peace calms your soul,
and even when solitary,
you're never alone.
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