To write a poem about my loneliness, would be to paint the wind.

Wind is not captured by color. Wind roars for the roar.

Wind cools and comforts too. The loneliness of thoughts of you.

To write a poem about my loneliness, would be to paint the silence.

Is silence black? or grey? or fade away?

Does silence have a yell? Only heard in Hell.

To write a poem about my loneliness is to paint a thought.

Not the muse, not the dream, just the lonely little blurb.

Thought but not a verb.

The fear grows and the loneliness knows

They only have each other.