When I first fell in love
I thought to myself,
How is it people go their whole lives looking
But never quite finding it
When I’ve already found it myself?
When I first felt the lack of love
from his arms, his eyes, his touch
I thought to myself:
Oh. I get it.
Now when I have no one to hold at night
I think back to that first time
and I wonder,
Will I be searching for it the rest of my life?