Alone Again

I shall celebrate Valentine's with my great buddy loneliness, once again, like I've always done. I know loneliness like the back of my hand. Gosh, it's is such a great pal, with it around, you'll never need any other friend. I've known him since young and I'll probably know him till the end of time, and probably longer. Every year I search in vain, for someone to take my friend away, but it never seems to happen. On a few occasions people do pop by to give a "hello", but they vanish after that, leaving me having to turn to loneliness again. People leave halfway thru' events, and I walk with loneliness again.

I do not care whether there are people around me, I'm not sure anyway. I do not know whether they feel my presence, or whether they ever acknowledge my words. People think I have lots of friends, I tell them I have none, save loneliness who tries to be everybody's buddy. They see the vague impression of a cheerful person and forget all about this poor little guy, stuck on the track to nowhere, then leave him alone to fend for himself.

I know there is no one out there who will be my friend, because simply, all the people in the world are dead.