I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you — Nobody — Too? - Emily Dickinson

How a small dusk crawls on the village

The bustle in a house
The morning after death
Is solemnest of industries
Enacted upon earth, — The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity

I have written you a great many letters since you left me — not the kind of letters that go in post-offices — and ride in mail-bags — but queer — little silent ones — very full of affection — and full of confidence — but wanting in proof to you — therefore not valid — somehow you will not answer them — and you would paper, and ink letters — I will try one of those — tho' not half so precious as the other kind. I have written those at night — when the rest of the world were at sleep — when only God came between us — and no one else might hear.