When I loved,
it was in solitude;
it was in the wee hours,
too far gone to know myself,
that I loved.

I loved when
the rain poured down,
dark and gloomy,
and I gulped down another shot.

When I loved,
nobody seemed to care,
especially you.
I walked away
with nothing left,
but sadness.

Time has passed.
I love again,
but now someone cares.