I'm hurting inside, no one to talk to,
to talk this mood through with,
I am used to this solitary introspection
but it still hurts.

After all this time of being alone,
all the months, seasons, since she left me
I still don't get used to the loneliness.

Shouldn't it be enough that I was loved by her
for a brief moment in time, wasn't I held close
in her heart, didn't I feel the joy that only love
can inspire, weren't we one, if only for one long
afternoon, weren't we?

The familiar torrent of distant memories only
brings me home where my dreams unravel and
my sleep is fitful
to this empty place where only I live.

No friend's laughter to cheer me up,
nor a sparkle in the mirror when I look at me
no love crackling in my veins
or passion kindling my heart.

I truly miss the strength that one can only get
from a human touch.
Sometimes the wanting feeling is a bit much.


I try to be strong and look for love everywhere,
But the women I like don't seem to care.
The loneliness is so hard to endure day after day,
The feeling of built up love to give, but give to whom?


I have let go of my past but where is my future?
Is she really out there waiting for me?
Or am I doomed to a life of loneliness?
I feel so alone, comfortless and cold.
Grover.

I love that....

I'm lonely too. That's why I'm getting loaded.