In Company.

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.