I'm starting to feel it again;

When people have been fighting at the warfront on their own for too long,

it's no longer an act of courage,

but solidarity.

Loneliness rushed behind my back today,

attacking me at the weakest hour.

I heard our song deep into the night,

and even our not so glorified past

seemed worthy of reminiscence.

Loneliness,

it's an ugly thing, isn't it?

B.