Loneliness is a single brittle leaf As it is falling from the tree Loneliness means the same thing as empty It’s the deep and desperate need It’s the craving That eats up your insides And it drives you to cry But you simply cannot ‘cause your eyes are too dry Loneliness is a couch meant for two But only filled by one It’s the vacant air around you in the mall Where you walk just for something to do It’s the night When you want to sleep But you won’t Because you know the next day You’ll be alone Loneliness is the journal you keep That you hope – one day – someone will read Loneliness is the poem you write for me Where you spill out your heart and hope I agree It’s the smile That you make And the touch you create For the chance of one minute more That I will stay Loneliness is a car-ride to Maine With a ghost as your co-pilot Loneliness is a demand for attention Even if that attention brings pain It’s the wound That you nurse An unbreakable curse And this silence Is likely the worst Loneliness looks just like your phone book Ten-billion numbers, all of them fake It’s your ringing cell-phone, unable to reach him And the eventual nine calls you’ll make It’s the step Of your feet While your family is asleep And you dance in your bedroom Alone Loneliness is a single brittle leaf Alone Static No home Will it ever end For you? |