-"Good things don't last forever," 

Said my mother.

"I know that now,"

I told her.

-The feeling of emptiness, clouding my thoughts

After, for a while, I mentally fought 

As I tried to move on

To look for the one I really sought.

-'But was it worth it?,' I'd stop to wonder

Coming to a dead end; A periodic rumble

Figuring I'm better off,

Being just a loner.

-There's happiness even in solitude,

A joy in even being a prude. 

But I really wish,

 I hadn't experienced a lover's mood.