What Could Be More Devastating?

Walking all alone on the street
I miss someone sweet
My best pal has left me
How could I be in glee?

As I roamed the streets all alone
The full moon above me shone
As I moaned a sorrowful tone.

I blinked several times to hold back my tears
The wind murmured
The autumn leaves crackled
When she was there
Sweet smelling was the air.

Now, as darkness prevails
As I walk on my own
My best bud has left me
I'm so really alone.

—Rida, 12, United Arab Emirates