It Keeps Happening…

Late at night waiting for my love to come back,

I sit with my back aching, my eyes squinting at the bright screen

Wondering, in a daze, why when I talk no one listens,

No one replies…even with so many people I know

There's still no one who will give me a second glance…or even a first one

I exhale in defeat and sign off, having enough of the torment that the people give me.

Maybe next time it'll be different.