Loneliness, she walked away from it.
Or so she thought. But loneliness followed.
Distractions, work, hobbies, and more.
But loneliness continued to knock on her door.
She turned off the lights and slipped away,
While loneliness continued to rattle away.
Perhaps the morning light would chase it away.
Instead it hid in the corners, waiting to visit again.
Perhaps companionship would keep it at bay.
If only she could find a man who would stay.
Her heart was good, she’d never physically stray,
Finally one would not abandon her when life got hard.
For years, it was enough, except for in the deepest corners of heart.
But even then, that hole remained.
Perhaps it will follow her through all her days.