I cried, alone.
Layers of grief,
glued and heavy,
slid away into nothingness.

I laughed, alone.
The laughter echoed,
till it felt someone else's.
And before it waned,
terror had drained my senses

Solitude and anguish,
diffuse into each other
Conjuring heavy venerous fumes,
that shiver with a tiring bliss,
into an ecstasy of two
And finally,
reveal their visit,
collapsing into a glistening few

A happy family;
those few,
anguish
and solitude