It’s like standing at the airport,
bus stand, train station, seaport,
And having everyone that I hold close
all say goodbye to me, in turn,
one by one,
Every day, for the rest of my life,
It’s like hitting my little toe on the side table
every morning when I wake up,
It’s like hearing the alarm clock
on a Saturday,
It’s like walking on blisters
across a desert,
It’s like being lost, in the dark, alone,
How does it feel to lose you?
I have lost all I can feel.