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?
What happens when love comes back?

What happens next?
After what happens?
It won’t be like before what happened.

Looking back
All you ever had
Was the present moment

What happens 
When we finally got out of our heads
After we’ve been out of our minds
With cabin fever?