Vertigo

I genuinely asked:
if separation is good,
if the friendship has died,
if aloneness is what it should be—
why are you saying all this to me?

Why does your soul still long
to nest in something
you claim no longer is there?

Like when you complain of noise—
first, ask yourself:
who is breaking the silence?

Perhaps
it is the sound of our own loneliness,
reflecting and echoing
through time and space,
disguised as the voices of others.