At the temple there is a poem called "lost", carved into the stone. It has three words, but the poet has scratched them out. You cannot read "lost," only feel it. [from Memoirs of a Geisha]I feel very lonely right now. I'm going to face a world tomorrow that seems to be content to live out it's day with no regards to me. People will go about their day, oblivious to the hurt that I feel. They will address me, without realizing that anything is wrong.
It hurts,
She's leaving.
That door is closed,
locked, jamed.
I'll live,
Face tomorrow.
But you won't be aware;
You'll never know
Cast aside,
Down trodden.
All I know is
I'm lost.