Achaea

Flowers over a room so bright
Humour burning, emotions light
A lapse in time when someone enters
A happy hello is front and centre

Silence approaches, sleepy eyes close
Lurkers drifting between rooms they chose
A singing breeze in one room drifts by
No one to hear the quietest sigh

Not a word spoken, lips never moved
Yet a heart can be given, tears can be soothed
The word of a hug can be so dear
A yelling insult can hurt the ear

Travelling the world sitting in one chair
Looking around to see nobody here
Friends and loved ones held close to the heart
Not a handshake felt, miles apart

Wondering who'll come in next to see
Hoping someone nice it'll be
A smile a hug, flowers colored on a screen
You'll never know when you'll meet a future dream