Eventually, you go home.
There are no crowds no lights;
no buses no subways no taxis;
no bars no babes no bills.
There is no city no suburb;
no neighbor no roommate;
no lover no son no daughter;
no father no mother;
Simply the screaming silence of your own existence.
And when you close your eyes to fall asleep,
aware of just how measured your breaths are,
how each inhale and exhale brings you closer
to your last,
the weight of your chest as it heaves and hollows
to one day flatten and rise no more,
the noise of your own thoughts
in your head,
in your voice,
in your heart—
When you are there, you will have to decide
if you can still love who you are,
and the God who made you.