In a place with a deafening silence

Heard an uttering voice, gloomy and dense

Gently pace through the door, nothing but a mere dimness
A pint of light peeked, disclosed a face of forlorn and distress

Eyes glued into hers, wretched and miserable

Discerned she’s not alright, soundlessly combatting a battle
Wandering why, what to act and how
But she gradually gazed down the floor, before I even said “ciao”

A thousand times pursuing to leave her thoughts unguarded

And finally speak with her tone shakenly dreaded
Flowed profoundly while progressively disclosing her life of sorrow
Dialogue of ours filled the room, no barrier, not even a tweet of a crow

Patting her back and offered shoulder for her to lean

Either verbal or not, I can comprehend her thoughts and what she really mean
Eternal listener of hers is what I promised, while waving her goodbye into the cabin and
forever be missed.