12.3.5

It's that night again
and here I am again,
Alone, my self the only one
to share my aloneness with.
That day passed again
With welling eyes and head tucked.
No arms around me, none to speak of.
Off I go to either get hit by a cab
Or fall asleep clutching a pillow.
Hobnobbing won't brighten my blues.
QT with a PYT might, but won't
Cuz she loves me like a brother.
Tingles fall through my muscles
As I feel that sinking feeling
Pulling my pumper into my guts.