SOME NIGHTS THE LONELINESS
gets so bad there is just nothing to stop it.
it’s a wonder i’m not an alcoholic or a drug
user. but i’m not. never have been.
i just deal with the angst, the anxiety, the
sorrow, the fear, the regret. watching a
ball game can help, but not on nights
like this. so i get into my car and drive
to her salon, just to see her, to talk with
her, watch her do the books. it doesn’t
matter what she’s doing. just so long
as she’s doing it next to me.