What Happens When the Loneliness Is Over?

My first poem/lyric idea I've ever posted on this blog and may become a prose entry at some point. It even has music (at least for the chorus), and so cliche traditional functional harmony it's almost "Stairway to Heaven".

But it's true--what happens when the old Normal returns and we don't recognize it?

What happens when the loneliness is over? 
What happens when the ship comes in?
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