It sits beside you in the quiet,
fills the empty spaces between breaths.
No need for words, no need for touch
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just presence, heavy and familiar.
It walks with you through silent streets,
waits at the table where no one joins,
whispers in the dark when sleep won't come,
a voice you know too well.
At first, you resist,
counting shadows, chasing echoes.
But one day, you stop running,
and loneliness takes your hand-
not a stranger, but a companion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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