Goodnight, he says softly.

Not mine, I respond vaguely,

But only in my mind.

I'd never tell him I am gone.

I'm feeling wrong;

I've never bothered mentioning it;

I couldn't bring myself to.

I find the goodnight flowing;

From my lips I can't contain it.

I must respond somehow;

If that means lying in the dark alone,

So be it.

I was never troubled by the quiet;

He leaves when he sleeps.

Don't listen to them-

There's a reason they aren't here;

They're there to push you forward;

Insults flown from the sidelines;

Only propel your desires to win.

You're heart sings a hymn-

Perhaps only you can hear;

It shows you that you're northward;

Towards your destination it chimes;

You're almost victorious within.