Derelict city

Alone is walking along a street, just you and your city, taking things in that you often don't take the time to appreciate when you're busy with other people. 
It is allowing your senses to be your company, talking to you with a million different voices of how good this smells or how wonderful that feels. 
It is taking the time to soak in your surroundings, instead of just existing blindly within them.
Lonely is seeing something so beautiful that you feel your heart cannot contain it all by itself, that it is going to burst from the radiance that it is longing to express. 
It is wanting to turn to someone, anyone, and say “Look at that. Isn't that wonderful?” and realizing that, as with so many other memories of late, there is just no one there to share it with.