By 7pm I will get dressed in my night gown
And leave the window open
Like some corny movie form the 70’s
I will hope you climb through my window and make love to me

By 8:30 I might turn on the news and mute the TV just to pretend I care about the world

At 9 I will turn my phone off, after checking 337 times if you have texted back
When suddenly realizing you have not
I will open the bottle of wine that’s hidden in my closet

By 10:30 I will probably be too drunk to realize I am drunk
So I will turn my phone back on
And realize love life is lacking
Or life at all

By 11 you will have turned your phone off
Probably annoyed at woman who keeps ringing
Me

By 11:15 I will surrender into my room
Probably too drunk to stand on my own
I will turn computer on and begin typing

It’s 12:14 now.


Wondering if sheep count drunk women as they fall asleep

When the city falls asleep
And the lights are all turned off
There’s a weeping you can hear

Of a mother
Of a child
Of a soldier
Of a heart
The weeping is prolonged

It torments me to compare
The tears that are being shed
To the thousands of stars on the evening sky

And how unfortunate for the moon
To have to witness such a fool
Writing so late at night

But this is something I cannot miss
A tear is often taken for granted
But many at once is such a bliss

It gives me hope
It fills me with faith
That people feel at night
Even if they hide behind a mask during the day