by Dandelion Doolittle

Created on: January 30, 2010

Love filled my life and now I’m without
I am so alone with a feeling of doubt

I’m lost in my heart with the twinges of pain
There has to be something in life for me to gain

I look out my window at the wondrous sky
Why am I alone I keep asking myself why

One is the loneliest number they say
For this is a question I ponder each day

Lost in a world with so many people I see
Alone once again is it something about me

I retrace my steps of the days before
When life seemed so happy and quite galore

Being alone can’t quite be so bad
But I’m overwhelmed and inherently sad

As part of a twosome I seemed to be whole
And making that work was always a goal

Bad times erupted and flourished a bit
I lashed out in anger and had such a fit

And then it all ended and left me alone
For I had excelled and seemed to have grown

The love that I felt was no longer a need
Inside myself I had planted a seed

Being alone is now what I want
To dwell on the past is not something I hunt

I may be lost, but never alone
Finding myself is something that’s prone

Happiness will be on my steps once again
Lost and alone will be something foreign

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