How lonely can the lonely get

I see him make his daily walk. I see him groom his house, his car, his hair. I see him flash a well tailored smile, mechanized, morning 5 AM smile. 

I see him walk down footsteps like someone still stays behind, I see him walk  them up as though someone waits inside.

I see him draw curtains lonelier than the footsteps outside. And still he draws it like he needs to protect someone from the sun.

I see him take two cups of coffee and hope someone really stays inside. 

I see him the evening speaking to something on his palm  and then I see what stayed behind, what waited inside, why the curtains were drawn , why two looked more and why a 5 AM smile is tailored to neat ends. 

Loneliness replaces someone with something.