The Art of Feeling Lonely

I summon her with lilies

Put some Kleenex in the pew

Close my eyes and hum Amazing Grace

I see her in the doorway

And it feels just like the truth

Come closer, come on cover me in gray

She starts to acquiesce

And wraps me in her dress

It’s so sweet

She gets a bit possessive

Should scare me half to death

But if it doesn’t break my heart

It wasn’t worth a thing

This is the art of feeling lonely

I tell her every story

I recite when I’m alone

She nods and gives that sad, confirming smile

It’s just like I predicted

I’m still hopeless, and she knows

We do this, we go through this every time

She opens up the casket

Says, “do you want it back?

Something easy”

I almost reattach

It scares me half to death

‘Cause if it doesn’t break my heart

It wasn’t worth a thing

This is the art of feeling lonely

Eulogize my happiness, process is out the door

Dear Lonely, you know me, we’ve been through this before

Sink it deep beneath the lilies, with the other lighter things

I’ll breathe out remembrance, I’ll breathe in you and me

When we’ve been here for decades

No one to understand

We’ll have no fewer days embracing

Than when we first began

If it doesn’t break my heart

It wasn’t worth a thing

This is the art of feeling lonely