loneliness. a place you

don't arrive. you realize

you’ve been there but can't

put your finger on how

long.

loneliness is familiar, but

different. a place where the

air is still. the doors are

open out of habit, not

welcome.

loneliness. where you

can touch the silence.

the streets are filled

with ideas of life but

no sound is heard.

loneliness. a presence

that seems to hold your

hand without comfort.

it points to the light

in the distance.

it doesn't welcome you-

it simply shows you

what’s missing. signs

that someone was here.

a chair not pushed in,

coffee gone cold,

but not empty.

footprints that don’t

lead away... simply stop.

loneliness is not empty.

it is full of everything

that is no longer there.