the blinker loudly sounds, filling the silence
drip, drop, drip, drop
again the rains have come
again i am taken back
taken back to a place i’ve known
a place i’ve long been
in the silence, a familiar sound rings
reflection, honesty, hope, alone
the days grow colder, along with my heart
the daylight comes and goes so quickly
wishing to be warm again
wishing to see the sun again
wanting to love during the season of transition
hoping to open my heart soon
to be filled with love during the orange
then during the red and green and blue season
maybe forever
long lost hope during the time
smiles, hugs, warmth, fire, family, love
where is my hope?
where is my chance to love?
not yet, not now, not yet, not now
seems like the answer has always been
alone, Alone, ALone, ALOne, ALONe, ALONE
the silence screams
yet a morsel of hope remains
it just won’t seem to leave
maybe this year
maybe this fall
maybe this time
my thoughts race
then the loud silence is filled
with a blinker
now the car is turning
now it is silent again
maybe.
somehow beautiful 
I like this. There is a whole level of honesty that is expressed, but silently, which adds to the poetic movement of being alone, and the pain, the present silence, that comes with loneliness. There is a greater theme of transition that is echoed. The period of transition that comes through in in the direct word, but also in the metaphor of the car turning, and the way the lines move together as a solid line of dialogue, internal dialogue.
Still behind the mask of feeling alone there is a quiet echo of hope. It pulls everything together beautifully. It is the harsh tones of dark silence, but the sun that hides just beyond the clouds. Even the darkest storms cannot long endure the heat of the sun. I say this with a tongue that drips of irony.