when does loneliness end?

laying on the sofa,
listening to the ambience,
dreaming of what was lost,
living for the transients.

waiting for what’s impossible,
that wish that never comes,
believing that someone will notice,
as this tragedy floods.

no-one wants to know,
hoping the quietest fades,
stories of sadness,
cancelled by old age.

when will this end?
no longer noticing pain,
lost in the memories,
that will never live again.