You withdrew your love and my walls closed in,
crushing the life out of me, evermore.
I react. Make a pact with myself.
I must be strong. Alone, I atone.
My heart is stone; my world is a rocky shore.
All is dark and heavy. I don’t know what to do.
I wanted to skip; to trip the light fantastic.
But, the sum of one plus none is still one:
the loneliest number.
I’ll never have another one, like I had with you.
Loneliness has me in its grip.
Downcast, I mope. All hope has been binned.
I’ll draw the drapes on looking out,
for what is there to see? Just a reflection of me.
Others don’t notice an empty husk blowing in the wind.
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