When that moment arises,

thoughts break my heart,

I can’t seem to sleep

when dreams keep me awake.

Seems to be alone,

when the days are long,

sitting in my chair,

wondering what’s wrong.

What happened back then

time stood still

everything mattered

just out of reach.

I wonder now tonight

why is alone different,

there was loneliness

now there seems to survive

nothing at all,

like all meaning seems to blend

into one long story.

Is it a story of love

or is that perhaps missing.