I followed the night's whispers,
Past the city's orange glow,
And the windows framing people,
I would never get to know,
While the air hung thick with silence,
Weighed by things I wouldn't say,
So much I felt it in my fingers,
As I pushed it from the way,
And I fought the empty space,
That walked beside me in the cold,
The invisible reminder,
There was nothing there to hold,
Until the things I called familiar,
Slowly disappeared from sight,
And it felt like the whole world,
Was home to just me and the night,
"Don't you know you are alone?"
I shouted at its endless black,
Then was taken by surprise,
As a voice came flying back,
But the answer was an echo,
And the voice I heard my own,
Ringing clearly through the silence,
"You are alone, alone, alone."
-Erin Hanson
