Presences.

1 am and I am sitting here on the floor in my room
While music is blasting at full volume from the speakers
Filling the silent house with a tune to stuff the void
The void of presences I cannot retrieve
The doors are shut and the living-room lights glimmer only for me
Only to give the impression that somebody is actually there
Lingering on the couch, watching the turned-off TV
Nobody minds the noisy loud music
Nobody tells me to go to sleep already
And nobody walks on tiptoes over into my room
To take the blanket that fell off in my sleep
To cover me gently
To watch my chest move up and down
To be there
To be an unfading amaranthine presence.

"I am awaiting the sunrise."