Only A Little Lonely

It starts there in the quiet; in the quiet and the cold
Descending like a shadow, seeping slow into my soul.
Resigned and mute, I feel it come, a thief into my home,
Snatching gold-leaf from bright moments 'til I face the dark alone.

Listless, trailing cold fingers along a blank wall,
Singing soft sad little songs about nothing much at all.
But there's very little I can do to make the feeling go away,
Because I'm only a little lonely anyway.

It's not a gaping chasm, not a sadness like a wound
It's not a perfect mystery, solutions to be found.
It's quiet and invisible and that's why no-one sees
A lonely hollow deep inside,
A lonely, empty me.