There are nights
when I move through crowds like silence,
watching others held in warm light
while my phone stays still
and my heart pretends to be brave.


At two in the morning
when the world finally sighs,
I admit the truth.
I want someone who listens
because they “choose” to.


I try to love myself,
but solitude shakes
when the night grows deep.

So I wait in the quiet
hoping someday
a gentle voice will say
I am here
you are not alone.