poem?

 I sit in a place I've known for years,

yet it feels quieter than it used to.

Happiness drifts just out of reach, 

like a light I can almost touch

but not quite hold.

My thoughts wander in circles,

softly, not sharply - 

and through the stillness 

I find myself waiting 

for the next yap session, 

that bright burst of voices

that reminds me I'm still here.