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.