Echoes of Silence

I press the doorbell, its chime, a faint call,

a signal for connection that never enthralls.

The sound hangs heavy, wrapped in the air,

silence replies, thick with empty despair.

Days stretch like shadows, the clock’s hand drags,

each second a weight, as longing just lags.

Worn smooth is the button, yet never a sound,

just echoes of silence, where hope can’t be found.