and then some nights –
silence.
screams from voice of insecurity muffled –
less than audible echo down the corridor of alone.
what purpose keys –
to doors with locks,
removed?
regardless invitation to accept –
no answered reply –
unheard knocks.
curtains drawn.
occupancy –
denied.
and in the darkness of implied unnecessary –
even shadows disappear.
there is no greater fear than becoming victim to indifference.
no deeper hurt –
than trauma of forgot…
standing too close to the edge 