Solitude

Solitude

Nothing in the night to hold,
No one waits at home.
Ideas, notions, daydreams
Await an absent partner.
The thoughts, the long, hard fought history
With nothing to give them form,
No ear to record and interpret.
Like the proverbial tree that falls in the forest,
Can we exist with no echo?
Virtue, compassion, empathy
All these worthy traits
Are dust without the succor of companionship.
Defined by the absence of others
We grow intangible, ghost-like
Locked in our private mansion.
Gird yourself, my long time friend, for now is your moment of truth,
I can delay the revelation of your responsibility no longer.
Can you be my salvation?