Loneliness is like the last bit of ice cream at the tip of your tongue –
It is no longer there, but you can still taste it.

Loneliness is like melting snow –
As the ice recedes you see more dirt underneath.

Loneliness is like dampness in the air –
You cannot hide from it no matter how many layers you put on.

Loneliness is like a crow pecking at a ripe pumpkin –
No matter how loudly you scream the crow will return.

Loneliness is like a wet cookie in the puddle:
Treasured by the pigeons,
Despised and stepped on by everyone else.

Loneliness is like a muted conversation replaying mindlessly in reruns.

Loneliness is my mother, my wife and my daughter.

I am betrothed to loneliness.

Loneliness is the color of my life.