Crickets
Crickets make me feel like...I'm up too late.
I've entered some special club known only to the night shift.
They include me in their music,
singing to me out of loneliness.
It is the loneliness that connects us.
What does it feel like to have an empty spot in your heart?
That great gaping wound in your chest which nothing can fill.
Like an amputated limb your brain still sends out signals,
beacons in the night received by no one.
Is it really missing? No part of me has been removed.
I am still whole, and yet...
I am hollow, trying hard to fill a void which no other living person can see,
but the crickets still sing to me.
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