Moon is a memory

It's quiet here with no one to talk to
No one to listen to
No one to hear me speak
I have some time alone to think and meditate
And draw upon the times that I have lived
And the lives of all those whom I have know
And draw strength from them dear
I swallow my time
And in this quiet solitude remember the closeness of time
The arguing
The loudness and strife
The quiet times and the sweet respite of relaxing in my silenced mind.
The evening drawn tight around my shoulders
It is dark outside
And in here the moon is a memory