Solitaire

I know a man, a lonely man

He had a heart that cared

But it died when no one in return shared theirs.

His indifference was no different then the love he has been shown.

Every road he took in life was another road down.

With so much life to live he’s living it all alone.

He played the game of love, but it took him nowhere.

So he keeps to himself, to play his emotions in the game of solitaire.

Every day feels like the night before

Love ends quickly but the hurt never leaves

His heart is broken; he keeps his emptiness his home.

When hope does visit, he’s busy in his game of solitaire.