On the floor I listen the hum fills the space

On the floor, I listen, the hum fills the space,

     a steady reminder of all I keep near,

     every quiet thrum takes me deep in this place,

     almost a friend, the silence sharp and clear.

It sings low of meals half-forgotten and cold,

     while I sift through thoughts of the day just gone by,

     echoes of laughter still linger, then fold,

     into shadows where my unspoken fears lie.

I sit cross-legged, the weight of my hunger,

     clashes with dreams swirling in circles above,

     the drone, a companion, but nothing can hinder,

     that yearning for warmth, a flicker of love.