Loneliness

Just when you think things are going well, 
Your life becomes a living hell.
You dream of a life well shared,
To live your days loved and paired.
But every time you stop to listen,
Your eyes begin to glisten.
For when you hear,
Your heart calls forth a tear.
This sound meant once joy,
It finds you quite coy.
The sweet soft mellow tone,
Has become a sepulchral moan.
For now, every wedding bell,
Soon becomes a requiem knell.