How lonely am I?

The finger that slipped away once never returned to hold again Since that moment the distance has only grown The hands that once lifted me even above the sky Now tremble they can no longer carry the weight of mine Lullabies I couldn’t sleep without hearing Now all the night's slip by effortlessly, without her voice to guide me The lap where I once found peace, where my hunger was soothed by her hands Now, all those desires are gone, and we barely share a smile Has that old innocent soul stopped weaving tales? The stories that once danced in my dreams She must still wish to repeat those tales But now they linger, half-told, as echoes of forgotten nights filled with her voice Gradually everything changed, I did not even realize it My dream world was never meant to be like this Where all the characters are leaving me one by one That world now exists only in pictures, dreams, and the depths of my heart Sometimes, I wonder—what have I truly lost? Did I lose myself? Or the very souls that once carried mine? There’s so much crowd in the world have I gotten lost somewhere? How lonely am I?

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A/N: First of all, this is not about me at all. I have seen how people get lost, or how they lose something, something that leaves them feeling utterly alone. And one day, we are all going to go through this. We don’t want to lose anyone, but sadly, one day, I think every person ends up alone in this way.