Alone

I am always alone.
Always on my own.
I play the good friend,
Listening to their words with seeming no end,
As they drone on and on about their loves,
About how their hearts flutter,
Like the wings of the doves
Who fly above.
Not a word do I utter,
About how their words pierce my heart.
On my own as I play my part,
As the friend who will always listen,
Not letting them see how my tears glisten.
Only when I am alone,
Do I allow the tears to flow,
Down my cheeks as my heart below,
Aches for a love I can call my own.