When you have no one to run up to,
when words lump in your throat
for they don’t discover ears to rest.
Waiting for someone to knock on your door,
yet not letting them inside.
Paradox, ain’t it?

No, it’s not solitude,
for solitude is tranquil.
Loneliness, it consumes you.

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