Solitaire

On my own my memories of my childhood All alone without any love from people Love being an absent friend I never knew A young life spent alone with only books As company. Books became the friends I never had I marvelled at the covers, the bindings, The words that filled each and every page, The library my new home from home. On my own my memories of my adulthood Work became a new friend dressed in Deceit and lies. I had many friends over The year’s mostly ending in disaster. Love came in late adulthood with joy It lasted a brief moment in time when Death snatched it away from me: Loves beauty lost for all time. On my own the future years to come. Books, and old friend I greet with a hello Come back into my life, they cannot hurt Like love hurts when lost forever.