Mirage.

loneliness.

Do you know loneliness? Does it have a face for you?Does it look like someone you are scared to miss?You would not know my loneliness, however.My loneliness drizzles down the dusty road I see down from my terrace, The roads are yellow but they're not the yellow of dried leaves.You wouldn't know my loneliness, at the dead of the night,Ringing shrilly, numbing my ear drums,When there's too much traffic in the road, And faceless nameless strangers are stuck in the same time warp as I.You wouldn't know my loneliness,that I hear amidst the din of my friends, when I sit with them but I still don't feel like I belong.You wouldn't know my loneliness,The little tap on my shoulder that reminds me that no matter how many highways i eat along diesel fuel, I cannot leave it behind.You wouldn't know my loneliness,the gust of wind in my face,like a blistering ironat night, when my only companions are dim street lights, and cigarettes.You wouldn't know my loneliness,When I see people laughing together, because I don't even remember what laughter sounds like anymore.You wouldn't know my loneliness,When I stare at the ceiling,Waiting until I can finally close my eyesAnd don't feel the emptiness,Surrounding me like a shroud,In an emptier room, with empty arms, still holding onto the memory of an empty person.You wouldn't know my loneliness.But, loneliness is my favourite company.My favorite friend.You wouldn't know my loneliness,But I find it every where, even when I am sharing coffee,Or beer, or pizza or venting out how I love being lonely.You wouldn't know my loneliness,But it is so familiar to me,That I replace you with it,Because, it is the closest thing to you, that I find comfort in.Not in the company of strangers, or friends, or the smell of French press coffee.You wouldn't know my loneliness,Because, you never knew thatIt was what I felt with you.You wouldn't know my loneliness,But as I said, it's the closest thing that makes me feel,Like you.