It’s quiet here—in my mind. I don’t really know what to do— I have so much time. Everyone else has gone. It’s different not having them around. What will I do with my life? Once there were others in my mind, Living here, talking with me; I once lived For their lives, and they once lived for mine. Here, now, without them, I find Something I never felt before— the quiet in my mind. It’s peaceful. It isn’t odd. I wonder what I did without it. It’s a gift of God.