Am I alone?

Or are there others somewhere?

The only noises I hear

Are the creaks and squeaks of my chair.

Am I alone?

I see shadows on the wall

The only movement I see while I’m

Waiting for someone to call.

Am I alone?

As I feel the floor

Shivers go up and down my spine

As I see the slightly open door.

Am I alone?

Or must I mend

But through this small crack

Is someone to call . . . friend.