Lonely Neighbor

Ms. Loneliness must need a friend because she’s shedding tears as she paces the living room with the blinds open, staining her insecurity with me in mind, hiding behind her auburn hair.

I study her movements on my porch next door. I shouldn’t be this engaged in a car crash that I’ll soon be involved. Just then, she pushed through the sliding glass door and pulled me over with the draw of her finger. We’re trapped in lives where the lines overlap.

(© 2022 AC)

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