In the vast darkness of the deep intoxicating night,
Sits an old soul sipping cheap liquor in the eerie orange light...

He smiles typing lines into a blank white page,
Not sure if the poison liberates him or traps him in his cage...

Occasionally he looks up, only to check his phone,
Just a reminder that he was (in fact) alone...

Deep down he knew, in truth he was not,
For the presence of someone lingering was just a lot...

He smiled for loneliness could try and try to tease him,
But never overpower the immense love he feels in every limb...

For he knew that love was ultimate, that it always won,
That if all else failed, he had, he was enveloped, he was and is loved, by The ONE.