With warm coffee keeping company, and morning sun hidden,
A single lamp chases shadows of desolation,
Momentarily holding darkness at bay.
Sounds of wind-driven rain fill an otherwise silent morning,
Displacing discordant drivel with white noise.
Unending thoughts reduced to whispers, not to disrupt the notes of melodious harmony.
Loneliness becomes respite, and alienation, a time of solitude.
It sounds like you’ve had enough alone time!