aloneness

aloneness
holds me,
lingering around me,
like the breath of darkness
that descends
and stays motionless
on a black moon night.

aloneness
grows on me,
with me,
like the ancient trees
wrapping their fingers
around those ruins of silence,
with their unshakable roots.

aloneness
is what fills me,
when I'm not there,
that intangible space of emptiness,
both dead and alive,
always speaking in a crowd of voices,
yet never asking for its turn to speak.