I Am Lonely

JUST.

She made a peace with loneliness. It doesn't her hurt anymore. It just is. Her neighbor. It feels heavy. Steady. Neutral. Nothing. It just is. She doesnn't care. Doesn't want to know. Why sadness?  Isolation?  What is the deadly truth about her neighbor?  Behind what colour it hides its shades. When she dies, then what? What happens next? Can love be a friend with loneliness?

She calls out. .. "Are you there?  Can you hear me? You were supposed to love me".