The night and I are not friends.
Yes it may hide my shadows,
but it forces Loneliness and I to cuddle up
in the most uncomfortable way.
Loneliness hogs the sheets, if you know what I mean.

I much prefer the day,
which reveals the shadows I’m already familiar with
and let’s me flirt with them at different angles,
depending on where the sun is playing.

No, the night and I aren’t friends
and so I hide from it quite literally under my covers
equipped with something bubbly
to numb the reminder that,
well,
I am alone under these covers.

You see in the day time it’s quite acceptable to walk alone
among the people.
But at night,
I mean it’s
Table for two?
Are you here alone?
A pretty girl like you should have a date to an event like this.

So rather than deal with the looks
I retreat to my bathtub
like it’s something to do.

Meanwhile I’m scrubbing away
the sins of the day
of the monster that roams my office hallways,
or so they tell me.

Really though,
you are alone.
And I am alone
in my bathtub.
No hiding
from the nakedness
after the bubbles dissipate.