Being alone, but not alone!

I’ll post something along different lines soon, but for now another rambling attempt at something meaningful haha!

In this quiet room
That appears so empty
The space is crowded
With people who have come and gone
And left an indelible mark

In this quiet room
Where the noise of thoughts
Is louder than the sound of voices
I hear the faded memory of distant conversation
But its presence is as vivid as the brightest brush stroke on canvas

In this quiet room
Whose volume is muted
By the distance of loved ones
There is another whose constant presence
Eases the whisper of memory
And whose voice is heard
More clearly,
Still, small, but there
In the quiet of the room