company,
that’s what i miss.

the longer i lay here
the more i ponder the absence of
your sweet, plump cherry chapstick lips.

but it all remains unmatched
in the face of your presence.

i haven’t expressed myself to you
in a while, and in the name of
“moving on”
i continue to refrain.

and yet, it’s the lack of company that brings about the most pain.

up until a blackbird ***** it’s whimsical wings
and perches upon my windowsill.

curious as to what is the brown liquid inside of my glass flask,
it politely asks to come inside.

i welcome him into my home, all excited due to my new company.

his name is misery. and we share a glass of whiskey.

“neat.”

i tell myself whilst i’m amongst realizing my own delusional insanity
by convincing myself he’s

“new”

company.

at least now i’ve got it.

cheers, i guess.

-melancholicreator