"Lonely"is a word I can't explain
'though I searched its meaning in my brain,
I know the feeling - I know the pain
But the actual meaning I can't obtain.

I know the symptoms very well,
I know the day when I befell
The gnawing cravings which caused this hell,
It drains me more than I can tell.

Could another person cure this ail?
I often wonder - to no avail.
The love that's lost - could I impale
A new emotion without fail?

Because of years - I'm insecure,
Should I act bold or be demure?
Will she accept my meant allure
Or is my age just too mature.

Love that's lost may ne'er be found,
A new affair may not be sound,
Is she truly to be crowned,
Or did I catch her on rebound?

Lonely are the many days
I reminisce the lovely ways
With one departed - who is to say,
In my life - there is no replay.