I felt a sense of loneliness,
Of loneliness and what was lost,
Of what was lost and what I found:
That sense of loneliness.
And at the cost of what was lost—
Of what was lost and never found—
I gained a sense of feeling past
That sense of loneliness.
And with that gain I wish I’d found
I’d lost more than I had,
Though when I had it, wish I’d lost
That sense of loneliness.
And if I lost it yet again,
And yet again I lost it all,
Then yet again I’d find that sense—
That sense of loneliness.
But knowing that I could not lose
That feeling that I’d found,
I took some solace that I felt
That sense of loneliness.
