What does it mean

What does it mean to sit silent,
Waiting up with the moon all night,
Expecting something,
Expecting some sound, some signal, some sign?
And get nothing.
Just a blank, embarrassed absence.
An emptiness like an ellipse.
A closed curve vacant as a vacuum
With an anemic moon dimly fading.
And when morning rises
Pale and nauseous,
Sickening as the ass end of a nightmare,
Even the birdsong
And dogs barking
And kids at the bus stop
Aren't enough to make it normal.
When morning drops
Like a corpse onto the lawn,
While the children stand there
Staring, dumb as relics
In the dawn,
You realize
It's over....