It is Firm and Unwavering

It comes like the rain, like the snow, like the wind, like the falling off of the leaves, like the sun's summer heat.

It comes in its season; ever so constant and unchanging. It is so constant you can wait for it. It comes almost on cue.

And yet each time it comes, it seems that you are caught off-guard. Each time it comes, it is as if it is new. When you look at it and feel it and even touch it, you know it. You know this emotion, this feeling. You know it by name and you know it by heart.

It has made you stop and think. Even fall.

You know this. You know it.

I know this. I know it.

It is Loneliness.