My Good Friend Loneliness and I

I know about loneliness, 

know the catch in an unused voice, 

know the weight of each second unshared. 

I know about single shadows stretching long 

across fire-warm rooms, 

and cups of tea grown cold. 

I know about loneliness, 

know sheets that smell of no one but me, 

know stories sitting untold on the shelves of memory. 

I know about loneliness,

and I do not fear her. 

We are old friends, 

we have survived together.