When a room becomes lonely,

Only as loud as my own thoughts,

It somehow feels more spacious.

As if there is finally room for my mind and body

To expand and fill it.

When that other person was here

It felt like they ballooned around me.

Wall to wall, ceiling to floor.

They took up all my space.

But now the room is lonely.

Empty, except for me.

I can see and hear everything now.

The details of the walls and fixtures.

The details of myself.

All the past conversations echo and fade away.

They distill. Evaporate.

Leaving only a pure substance.

I am alone.

But I am not lonely.

*The opinions and ideas expressed are solely those of the author, and may not reflect the opinions of The Bronx Brand*

Desiree Sukhram can’t imagine living anywhere but the Bronx and is inspired everyday by the lives and stories of the people around the BX. The diversity and strength of this borough is instilled in everyone who lives here. Desiree loves the sense of pride and community that exists here. Everyone in the neighborhood knows everyone else. People are kind and care for one another.

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