a void

Sometimes i crave to be alone-
i long to be free like the wind;
wheezing lightly through space.
Or like the sun-
now warm, now gone.
But when i am finally free-
free of love & hate,
sadness & happiness,
grace & bitterness,
light & darkness-
free of the bonds caused by them;
Free of smiling faces,
of caring glances &
loving touches.
Atlast alone,
finally in silence & 
drenched in indifference;
all too familiar -
my heart aches.
It aches as if it's hurting.
(my comforters, where?) It cries.
"Gone." i reply
(i want them back.)
"you made me hurt them.
They'll never come back."
I reply half raging, half regretting.
Then it sinks into a deafening silence
leaving me alone in my loneliness-
Perfectly lonely, completely lost