Friday Night

A Poem by Megan Kirby

I wonder what I'm doing here on a Friday night,
Home alone, writing by computer light.
Thinking of a love, now lost, I'm alone.
Until? The next time I decide not to stay home...

But is that what you want? Really? Now think!
I'd hoped you'd come to your senses by now, I'm on the brink...

Of self-destruction, I'm overdosing, on self-loathing,
You're totally blowing,
Up all the fallacies I created, perfect images of you and me,
How we should be...

But we're not!

Because I'm home alone thinking of you,
And you're out with someone new...