it comes upon me 

like the invasion of evening shadows

when silence surrounds me 

and i realize i am alone with myself

and know i am poor company indeed


it comes as winds knife 

through the ribs of mountain rocks

bringing the tall grasses to shiver

like the departure of lost souls

beneath the faint thumbnail moon


it comes with the misty breath of frost

closing the world beyond my window

teaching me of isolation

from the distant glow of lamps and candles

where lovers speak in gasps and whispers


from the distant creek comes the sound of water

rattling against stones like kittens lapping

and it comes upon me once again

this consuming sense that has no name

so i think i’ll call it “you”