Alone

My stream of thought comes best when I'm feeling down...

I am alone, alone, maybe I could better describe it as feeling lonely...
I dream about meeting someone, someone to whom I may pour my heart out, tell her about my worries, troubles, dreams.
I want someone I can make smile, and laugh; to stroke her hair and look into her eyes and feel whole, if only for an instant...
I imagine myself listening to her worries, troubles, dreams...
A shoulder to cry on and a someone to laugh with.

But hope is waning and I grow old. The moment to feel is now, time will not wait for me, and apparently neither will I. Dying every day, I revive the next morning less alive than I was the day before. Everyday I search, and everyday I return empty handed to lie on my bed...