Loneliness
It sounds like the drops of melting snow The silence enveloped in the sudden noise The footsteps of a careful magpie on my window The roaring signals of the time to rise It smells like the distant bonfire on a beach The crackle of mustard splattering away The evanescent fragrance in an old sweater Running in memory, never to stay It's the orange of the sky The red of the velvet cake The blue of the winter months Not one of these means loneliness And yet, it's all of it at once.