Welcome to solitude

In hopes of things old and new
I see pictures of a life without you
if only it were friendship I’d endure
but you would want something forever more

In a city of chaos, there are so many goodbyes
we ought to just smile and wave without a question why
in a swarm of people, I’d rather be alone
with nerves of steel and a heart of stone

you’d walk away with your bowed head
leaving behind lines unread
in me, there lives a soul long lost
Should I lay it bare? and at what cost?