Autobiographical

Loneliness is being alone,

Not having a friend; not having a home,

It's searching for something that cannot be found,

That comes within reach, then falls to the ground,

It's the promise made on an empty night,

Only to be forgotten in the morning light,

It's chasing rainbows, dreaming dreams,

It's planning all sorts of fantastic schemes,

Then someone stops to say hello,

And fills you with an inner glow,

Loneliness is being alone.