The Low Hum

Here I am alone in this empty room

No sign of living here

I hear the muffled conversation, of the neighbor, through the wall

A strangled light hangs on the window

But I can’t help myself, I’m in love with this isolation

The city shimmers, our life the low hum

And all that glitters may be gone

And the sun walks in the sky light,

In the spaces, when it starts

Raining in and slowly fall apart

Fall apart

Like a tourist in some strange hotel,

No time for worrying, my little safety, so I will live.

Here I am alone in this empty room

No sign of living here

I’ll be making conversation, in the spaces tonight

A strangled light hangs on the window

But I can’t help myself, I’m in love with this isolation.