lights out, i still hear the rain.

The ceiling draws intricate patters

before my eyes,

telling me it's darkest secrets
and expecting the same.

But just my walls hear those;

the secrets that lay in my heart and pulse
through my blood stream;
keeping me here for another night.

Another night at least,

until i see them again;
My constant friends.
never leaving- by nature not by nurture.

They hear my pleads and stay silent

soaking it into their paint spores and keeping it there
forever more;
littering my empty room with memories and regrets.
Back to the time my phone would ring with good news

from a friend,

not just a low battery.
When laughter would echo inside these four walls
instead of echo my
breathing.
hello, it repeats back-
with no reply.

But i have a friend in here, oh yes.

Solitude; my friend who is always here and will
never
leave me;

a testament to these four walls
and all
their secrets.