It is quiet now


No more arguments about when to buy bread

That wake me from my dreams

No more lost glasses

No more searching for phone numbers

No more complaints

No more asking to do this and that

I can’t think straight when everyone is asking things at once

As the breeze of the air conditioning hits my  bare shoulders

I realize that there’s no more noise

No more sound

No more fury, worry, and sadness

It’s quiet now