Loneliness doesn’t knock. It’s already inside when the door closes, It waits until the world quiets down. Until it’s just me, The echo of everything I can’t say out loud. It doesn’t answer, Just hands me back my thoughts, Sharpened into a double edged blade. In here, no interruptions, No relief from remembering. Every doubt gets louder, Every question grows teeth. Like I’ve been keeping myself company for so long, I don’t know how to leave.