The dreadful silence The wind is blowing.

Holding a book in hand.

The leave’s whirling from the wind.

Alone..

A silence in the air.

a silence that is making me go mad.

Plaid skirt getting dirty from sitting on the soil.

I’m alone.

It’s a bittersweet feeling.

I have no one.

Not one person.

But I messed this up not them.

I can only rely on my self now.

So there’s that silence again.

It’s just me.

So there’s that dreadful silence that I’d hoped would

Never find me.