Unless you want me

In solitude he stands, this room his world, His thoughts a tempest, in the stillness swirled. Loneliness his companion, a silent, somber guest, Memories of love, and those who left, a haunting quest.

Ghosts of moments cherished, they dance within his mind, Like fragile whispers of the past, a bittersweet bind. The ones he loved, their absence keenly felt, In the emptiness, their absence dealt.