Lament of a Darkness Man

There were the tiny spurts of hello,
and the little bits that told me about a laugh
that wasn't true,

lots of moments of relief
coming from kind remarks
when dreams were slammed
by things that didn't really matter,

times when good, quiet notes came in the mail
making me smile silently,
even throw my arms up in the air
and silently hoot.

Where is the noise
and where are the bodies
blocking my view
with the mirth on their breath?
And where is the laughter
that used to wrestle me to the floor?