The hardest nights are the ones where you’re here, but then you leave.
When we laugh and we joke and we speak and we shout and we argue and we smile.
When I’m reminded what family feels like.
Then you go and the life leaves the house.

Being alone isn’t so hard when there’s no one home.
Being alone is hard when your house is full of energy that walks out the door.
When you’re tired and you just feel like sleeping till things are better.
When the spark of loved ones is torn away.

Being alone can be toughest though when you’re not, but you feel it.
When the isolation of mistrust beckons.
When everything is analysed for subversive truth.
Alone is alone.

The trick is working out which you can live with.


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