ALONE
Alone is an abandoned baby,
crying in the street.
Alone is the empty sound,
of a single pair of feet.
Alone is climbing into bed,
with no one there to hold.
Alone is walking through the door,
and finding the inside cold.
Alone is a single ticket,
and going to the show.
Alone is one set of footprints,
leading through the snow.
Alone is a crowd of people,
where no one is your friend.
Alone is having a broken heart,
that never seems to mend.
Alone is a single flying bird,
in the vast and open blue.
Alone is what I am love,
since I don't have you.
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