Alone..

"Will you have someone like me?"; she asked
and watched..
It was not our first time we had such talks,
but never reflected and answered thus far..
What she was to me? I had myself to ask..
Just another or really a friend to fast?
I knew the answer and uttered at last..
It let her go..
Never to let her again such question ask..
Though she was not the girl I saw the last..
Many came and time let them go..
Asking such questions became so common..
Teaching new lessons to bring on their faces
either a smile or a frown..
Nothing touched deep inside called soul..
I wondered at times was there no hole?
I think I'm much better,
Alone..