And on nights like these
when I sit in solitude
I can still hear your foot steps
They echo in my head
over and over
so much so
I shake and I quiver
over and over
They were so much heavier than usual
I think because you carried my heart in your hands
I asked for it back
When that didn’t work, I had to demand
Yet it was too late
you were gone and never looked back
This silence is too loud for me
I didn’t ask for you to intrude
all I feel is blue
On nights
Like these
when I sit in solitude
-Destiny Fochtman