Deadlight shines all around me.  It warms my skin with a chilled embrace, goose bumps crawling under the surface like a plague.  The cold of it burns me to core-felt shivering.  Aloneness covers the world.

Lamentations define my feeble attempts to express this life.  I can not figure it out.  Knowing whom you are fails to be relevant; all my soul can know is that I am without you.

The substance of me clutches to evident crags unseen.  Sight fails to recognize the precipices of survival.  I am on my own when I thought I was with you.

Waiting here in the deadlight’s dark I bridge the gap between myself and not-myself.  Therein lies the dichotomy: I am me, but a better me awaits.  Can it be found?

Yet the deafening silence is all I know.  It fills my ears with its quiet and drowns the noise of what otherwise might be heard.

Are those footsteps on the ground?  No, again more silence.

Lost in the deadlight and unable to be seen, still I wonder if anyone is trying to find me.  I don’t know who you are, but I love you nonetheless for wanting to take me home.  That is, if somebody does.

The place is unknown to me.  It is the face of belonging marked with a frowning smile.  I shouldn’t be here.  I don’t want to be here.  Somewhere new beckons to me, but its calls are lost in the taciturn deadlight that muffle the voices of life.

I continue to listen but there is no sound to hear.  Captured in the moment, there is nothing but my own heartbeat pounding within an ancient chest like a drum looking for a beat.  The melody is all wrong, rending asunder its own calls before they escape into the blinding darkness.

It’s all so confusing, yes, and I have no answers to the question unasked.  I look with unseeing eyes in hope of finding someone I do not know, could know.

I fear I may be out of my mind.  Is it already too late?  I thought you’d be here by now to take me by the hand.  Was it meant to be empty this way?  And me?

Reason eludes me in the deadlight.  Disoriented and confused, I fear I am adrift and forever misplaced in time.  I am no one who is nowhere, a shadowy figure in a shadowy world lit only by the deadlight.

I really thought you’d be here by now.