Alone

It feels more than it really is,

Desolate abandoment
The void left by, taught through
The faces I would turn towards
And truest love I knew

Yet away from me, unhappily
Or indifferent, themselves turned.
Fixed, never to meet within my gaze like
My Life's their lesson learned

Falling in love with many a friend
From very early on
Where nothing matters like they do,
No matter that they've gone

No matter that the majority
And best parts of  life's real years,
Are spent relapsing in their memories
Though their aura disappears.

It really is more than it feels

Alone