One million words have taken the place of the space you used to fill.
I contemplate the feelings my heart tells me not to feel.
You’ve gone away; to some distant land.
At night, I hear voice.
When the world is silent, and I’m alone, you’ve left me with no choice.
So I use these words as comfort, one million of them at a time.
Paper and pen are my new best friends.
They’ve taken the place of what I can’t hide.