Half a man,
Sauntering along
Upward sidewalks.
Breached,
Hollowed of a core,
Smushed fruit left to the
Buzzards by an overflowing
Trashcan.
He chose this fate.
Aloneness is a course,
A single oar to paddle with,
A dinner reservation with one,
Pencil mark written down.
He explained how
Marriage might not come.
A crescent moon might remain itself,
Nothing to round it out.
I see what you meant.
As a bird is a bird for just
Awhile, then tiny bones
In the gray earth.
A Diamond to Remember 
Intriguing observation, loneliness can be a curse brought upon by oneself. How fortunate and blessed I feel not to be in such a situation. Wonderful use of phrasing 🙂
Thanks for your words and support.