I have long overcome the pangs of loneliness. I luxuriate in time spent alone. It is my sanctuary. My fortress. I rush towards it, as once I ran into the arms of a lover. It holds me close, drinks me in, makes me whole- in a way I only ever dreamed- a lover could.
Alone, in my room
All around me, the air sleeps.
In silence, I soar.
A Haibun with Haiku written for Misky’s Twiglet # 122: the air sleeps.