Lost. A quarter falling through the hole in
the lining of my jacket pocket.
Cloth holds the curve of metal fingering
it's weight, but I cannot grasp it.
 
Lonely day, I am only lonely.
Don't go away, love
Why do you leave me here?
 
Lost. My place in the middle of the page,
it's such a heavy sentence I've paid.
Dog's eared, I turn down the corners and
sweep the dirt out of the cage.
 
Lonely Rage, I am only broken will.
Don't go away, love
Why do you leave still?
 
Lonely...hey! I am ever hopeful, dear.
Don't go away, love
Why do you leave me here?
 
Lost...