You are never alone. That is a fact.
And even in my most dire times, this thought gives me the strength to act.
But I have felt alone.
Alone and cold
Believing that I was destined to by myself grow old
I feared the passing flow of time.

When I was young and all alone, I had one friend to call my own.
A Beta Fish of purple glow would swim and play to make memories of gold.
I didn’t give my friend a name.
I felt it wrong because I thought "he already has one in his brain."

A truly precious year went by. I laughed, he stared, but then he died.
And for the longest time, all I could do was cry.

It felt like I was really alone. As I buried him and made for him a tombstone.
He sits in my backyard now I think.
As time goes by, he decomposes and shrinks.

But I still have his picture on my fridge. And the year that went by comes rushing in.
His spirit told me, and now I know. Even when gone, I am never alone.