Quiet

I walked home frome work and listened to the sounds.
They were nice, they found a level of peace in me.
It was a comforting quiet place.

I came home and shared some time with my roommate.
Nothing special, just a few words and comments over a TV show, everything special.
When he left I could hear the breeze blowing in the trees.
It was a comforting quiet place.

In my room, lights are dim, the wind blows the trees.
The computer hums dimly in the background.
Sounds from the street filter through to me.
It is a comforting quiet place.

It all feels nice, but lacks the comfort of sharing and mutal experience.