I'm told

[Wjames]

I’ve never lived alone,
I’m told it’s lonely:
with cold sheets,
silent meals,
restive hearts confined by space.
Real lonely.
Restive space confined by heart,
silent meals,
cold sheets,
these I know.
Luckily, though,
I’ve never lived alone.

I don't think much of the name, sorry.

Mikey.

I like the simplicity of the poem combined with great rhythm, cool word play, and real emotion. I agree it might flow better without some words like "with", but that's the only critique I can offer you. Thanks for the read .