A LONE LONELY LONER

She is all but alone!

Always wishing for a somebody,

A lone lonely loner she is.

Worried she might end up that way forever!

Even those she knew are slowing going away,

Fading and failing to get them back...

Her world devoured by silence,

Creeping at her doorstep like a breeze in the cold winter night,

The only friend bestowed to her 'only known by her',

Speaks louder than words.

And has already consumed all her words,

Every nook and cranny she knows too well,

For someone with an imaginery friend,

Gets the time to search all adventures.

For she is alone!

A lone lonely loner!

When the skies are filled with stars,

She waits for the shootinng stars,

Each and every one of them!

Wishing, asking and praying for a friend.

For most of her time,

More days than one,

All she is is a lone lonely loner!

A lot of loners there are...

Gosh! I feel for her...