By myself is not alone Poem, by ROSHI, at My poetic side

I am by myself—

the room hums like a held breath,

coffee gone cold on the sill.

I am not alone—

the floorboards creak under ghosts

who still remember my name,

and outside, wind argues with leaves

like old friends who never quite agree.

I trace the grain of the table,

feel the weight of every hand

that ever rested here—

mine, yours, the ones before us.

Solitude isn’t empty.

It’s crowded with echoes,

with the soft rustle of what-ifs,

and the quiet promise

that someone, somewhere,

is listening to the same silence.

So I sit.

I breathe.

I stay.

And the dark leans in—

not to swallow me,

but to say,

“You are enough.”

Comments +

sorenbarrett March 13th, 2026 06:22
A most heartfelt poem William and I know I have been there before. That solitude and quite that brings back memories and echoes of the past resounding in everything around. A wonderful piece of work and a fave
Carmen Luca March 13th, 2026 06:57
By myself is never alone... beautiful poem, relatable. Well crafted.

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By myself is not alone