maybe there's a poem for this,
an image in a story,
a moment that's been tucked away in some tucked-away place.
familiar though forgotten, resurrecting its weary head.

something like naked,
something like crumpled--though clothed.

something like looking behind,
something like longing
longing
longing in anticipation of

something yet undone.

the loneliness is found in many lonely presences.
the steady, faithful company of silence,
darkness,
lull.