loneliness.

in a crowded room,
loneliness follows me like a shadow.
begins with a whisper,
telling me,
sadness is the only cloth to drape my shoulders.
slowly,
loneliness,
sadness,
engulf me with their flames.
hope,
a lump in my throat.
there is no way out,
loneliness whispers again.
guiding me towards the house they built for me.
loneliness,
sadness,
in their distinctive voices,
“we are forever yours,”
they tell me.