single

"single"

It's another tuesday 

and I'm contemplating 

if I should cook 

or go out,

it's about half passed six

and I'm starving,

the fear of missing out 

is really overlaying 

its heavy blanket 

over my shoulders,

it's just one of those days 

where life seems to be moving away 

from me 

and I look out the window 

from my single bedroom apartment 

curious 

of all those people moving about, 

can I go where you are going?

can I have a conversation about 

some random thing we find interesting?

maybe we can have another drink 

just so we can keep this convo going 

until it has dried up 

like an old grape 

and we sit in silence thinking 

of other things to say,

perhaps I over indulge 

and it makes the solitude at home 

feel like loneliness,

I'm trying to grab 

the fucking chicken 

out of the fridge but fuck it,

I'm grabbing my coat 

and eating out somewhere instead;

maybe I'll find another 

empty conversation to have

that will have me

forgetting that lonely apartment again.

-Armando Torres