I count the honks of a car..
A lamp post out the window.
I stare at out into the dark.
Seventeen times.

The students walk by making sound.
The sound crescendos,
As if they are playing music with the ground.
And then it stops.

College students walk outside
And laugh with each other.
By the lamp post's guide
They walk into the dark.

I feel empty without a close friend,
That one guy to be close too.
It's as if I am suspended,
Waiting for him to come.

People drain me in large numbers.
I need more time by myself than with them,
But what I wonder
Is if I've already met him.

A sound in the ceiling.
This library is old.
It sounds like it needs healing.
And then it stops.

How long will I live
Without a close friend?
My feet rest on the chair
And I breathe in the still air.

A girl walks near by
And asks me, a lonely guy,
If I'd seen her ID.
"No, sorry. I haven't."

I hope she has a good night.