When I didn’t know where to go, and 

When I didn’t know what to do,

I’d learned to wait 

And listen to

The homing signal.

I’m standing on the corner now

Of “Don’t Know Where”

And “Don’t Know How.”

The light’s just turned,

But I’m not sure.

A significant other passes away,

And no one seems to care,

But my Lover died,

And I don’t know what to say

Except that I am devastated 

By loneliness.

I feel insignificant,

And I can’t seem to hear 

Any homing signal.

-jenn