I've been seeing loneliness so much
that she became a friend.
I only hope that happiness doesn't get jealous.
Whenever I lay down at night
loneliness is right there beside me
caressing me
whispering nothings in my ear
til I close my eyes.
And in the morning
the first thing I see
when I open them
is loneliness.
If I can say anything about loneliness
she sure is faithful.
(2005)
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