Being Alone Poem by David Wood

I am alone as alone can get,
I should be used to it by now,
But you never really get used
To it.

The endless days follow one
After the other just as the long
Empty nights do. They bring a
Friend called silence.

You meet people but they are
All in passing, going about their
Lives. You fall for someone
Special but it doesn't last.

The magic of love seems to
Have been closed off, shut as
In a box you don't have a key
To. That splendour now all gone.