a quiet night,

warm and windows open.

a blanket-dark sky,

alarmingly empty.

no stars, no breeze, no sound,

the stillness of the night in solidarity.

the grass is soft and dented,

where Someone should be.

Someone who talks too much,

Someone who giggles too loud.

this quiet night is suddenly overwhelmingly filled.

filled with dead air, filled with humidity, filled with tension and everything,

yet nothing at all.

the blanket of the sky suffocates.

it is too much of nothing without Someone.

there is too much peace.