The Feeling

It happens when it's late at night
the early hours of the morning
 
It happens when your eyes are open
when you listen, when you look
suddenly it's all around you
every page of every book
 
It happens when you least expect it
the hollow aches, the chill
in all the places you can't reach
all the gaps you can't fill
 
Another's laugh, another's touch
another's joy to watch  
you feel it right behind your eyes
in your throat, there builds a notch
 
That building, building, building feeling
of what it's like  
to be alone