An odd outsider sits

eyes glazed by vacant thoughts

distant memories that feel forced

by the devastation of loneliness.

 

The concept of love has broken

busted up,

an abandoned van in the middle

of a back-water, forgotten forest

rust bleeds and mixes with oils

gases, and old love once held

for a now desolate object.

 

A symposium of twisted thoughts

form an orchestra of chaos and pain,

as formidable as good intentions,

and desperate as drowned hope.

 

The bill is paid,

the laughs are had,

the cold night wraps itself

around my restaurant-warm face,

begging to be embraced just like the rest of us.