Answers to Unheard Questions

So you think you’re lonely? 
Do you break the silence with a cry? 
Well, my friend, I’m lonely too 
I answer your cry with my own; unheard, alone 

Do you break the silence with a cry? 
Hoping, praying someone hears your muffled plea 
I answer your cry with my own; unheard, alone 
Searching for some semblance of light, all I see is night 

Hoping, praying someone hears your muffled plea 
There’s a knock at the door, beckoning to be answered 
Searching for some semblance of light, all you see is night 
The cool handle turns, unused and squeaking, curiosity peaking 

There’s a knock at the door, beckoning to be answered 
So you think you’re lonely? 
The cool handle turns, unused and squeaking; a soft voice speaking 
Well, my friend, I’m lonely too

--Makenna J., Adult