Alone Again

Alone again, and hoping for a healing.
So he takes up the pen to vent his feelings.

He was so confused when she slammed the door,
So he sat and mused what she did it for.

His first true love? It had felt so right.
His soul, a dove, had taken flight.

No longer whole, he's torn apart.
Living in the dark hole of his heart.

And so he sits, in hand the pen.
Needing an ear, but alone again.