Alone

There is a room.

A room in which I live alone.

Doors keep opening and closing and people seem to be entering and leaving.

But no one ever stays.

Not ever.

I know they would like to and some even try but for some unfathomable reason they cannot.

Or maybe I don’t let them.

It is difficult to know.

Because the only person who knows the truth is

the one person who won’t tell.

Me.