Loneliness is my best friend.
It didn't start out that way.
I used to feel down
When she came around.
It didn't matter to her
If I was with others or alone.
I would try to ignore her
Or distract myself with other things or people.
But she would stick around anyway.
Her uninvited visits don't make me sad anymore.
I've come to accept her -
Even embraced her the last time she came by.
I can always count on her to keep me company.
I wouldn't say that I prefer her,
But she's grown on me.