To be lonely is not the same as just beeing alone.

She had never married,
never had those kids.
But she was not unhappy.

For long she continued to live with various illusions,
they made her unhappy.
Then she saw through the walls;
into the dimension which she had ignored for so long:
The one of clarity.

She used to say she would never love a man
beacuse with love there comes pain
and she could not handle that,
again.
On the other hand that was a promise she found herself not to be able to keep
since love is unconditional.

So then she said that she would only give her heart away,
to a man who knew:
how to write poems without words,
and whom could seduce her without a touch.
That must be real love, she thought
and refused to settle for less.

She knew that he might never come,
but even then she promised herself to never feel lonely.
In clarity she saw
that nothing good comes from loneliness.