#shortstory

Lonely calls,Don't answer.Lonely sneaks you a note, Shake your head,You’re busy.Lonely taps you on the shoulder,Brush it off.Lonely interrupts your walk.Sorry, am joining friends.Lonely scoffs.Haven’t yet met them but will, just wait.Lonely appears at the door—Sorry, wrong address.Lonely persists—Peers in the window late at night,Sees a crack,Razors forward.Stop. Turn the tables—Hey Lonely,Take my hand,Let’s grab a book, pour a bath, andDance.   Subscribe to Writing from the Cabin Type in your email and hit "Subscribe" to be notified of new Writing…