To be alone

Loneliness is a kindness,

by someone,

more kind than you or me.

A palace made of golden time,

always risking stealth.

From where no one comes out,

and once came out never returns.

For, in there we'd be

in company with our-self,

our tears, our smiles, and our tastes.

For in there we'd be done with,

The nearness of people,

with whom our sorrows and joys are weaved;

who kill their sense at times,

when we need them the most;

who would ask us questions,

and questions alone;

Why, what, where and when.

But we cried, we smiled, and we tasted our- self.

Someone has shown us an unspeakable kindness,

someone more kind than you or me.

And thus we are in company;

in the company of loneliness.