"Hello," they say to me.

"What are you thinking of now,

and why are you staring?

Are you O.K.?"

The walls speak to me in the darkness;

in a language that I understand,

but can't hear.

I imagine them as hidden faces

behind a black veil:

forgotten images

which are brought back to memory

by being alone --

within a separate world

which I call my own.

"Why are you thinking of her?"

they ask.

I answer without a sound,

"I don't know."

"Do you love her?"

I give no reply.



The walls become silent

as they conspire with one another;

the faces behind the veil

whisper softly --

They know what I think,

for I am with them

every day, every hour

in my silent world.

A forgotten place for many,

but a reminder of some.

They know where my secrets lie ...