Loneliness was once a city far away
but as I look ahead
I see myself nearing its boarder once more.
"Welcome," reads the familiar sign
as I drive passed in the rundown vehicle
commonly known as 'myself.'
Home, sweet home.
Seems I was here only yesterday.
Yes, my stay in Happiness was very brief,
cut short by
quietude, short ended straws and
overall rejection.
I enter that old hotel room,
the one I thought I left forever.
There's that rip in the carpet.
There's that stain on the wall.
I could have been saved; it's true.
But you threw me away long ago
and it's clear you won't be needing me back
anytime soon.













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