The Quiet

He came by last April
After the happiness and the thrill
He came and waited till
Morning to leave , what a bitter pill


The quiet told me nothing
When what I needed was something ,
The acknowledgement of my existence- anything
He kept me from understanding

Quiet invited friends over including despair
I'd sit all alone at the topmost stair
Nothing else to do , they would all stare
Since we are no longer a pair

Quiet did something I did not expect
All's well ends well I suspect
Why , even joy can infect
One with lost hope and courage perfect

Quiet visited me in April
But packed his bags this May
I am glad he will no longer stay
In my way .