I knew I was lonely when
The silence felt too loud.
When every passing face
Was just a moving cloud.
I knew I was lonely when
My own voice, soft and low,
Was all I heard echo back,
With nowhere else to go.
I knew I was lonely when
The shadows stretched so long,
And all the joy I knew before
Felt like a forgotten song.
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