Just Noise

my sadness is an echo traveling down a long tunnel
it had to begin somewhere
otherwise there would be nothing but empty air
and blank nature slate

it is a conversation
between width and depth
to number the days the darkness has slept
multiply wingspan by damage degree

it is a game I can’t quit from
bouncing off the stone
playing hopscotch with all rock and no water
tricking visitors into thinking someone is home

it has moments of silence
when it is thought to be gone
but it repeats, returns
demands to be heard
like bad news not yet broken
words left unspoken
or a call for help
tongue so sharp it cuts itself

until it meets the end
hits a wall
and it’s realized
that nobody was living there
after all