I hate being alone

It always makes me feel like stone

Walking through the motions like a drone

I will cry and groan

When I see that gravestone

But will learn to bemoan

When I understand that I have grown

I’ll see that this was just a milestone

But days go by and I remember I don’t have my backbone

And again everything becomes a cyclone

And I wish everything could just postpone

Because there is so much of the unknown

I wish I could go back in time to a different time zone

So that I can see the person who was my chaperone

But all I will end up seeing is the tombstone