I’m left in the dark

Literally

My companions are cockroaches

And I can’t even remember my last crazy Friday night.

I’m left all alone

Literally

A stick in my hand

A plate of peanuts at my feet

My fingers are numb.

But not from the cold, like one would think

My molars ache.

For I have already had 9 shots

Only three more to go,

Don’t worry though

They’re only of tea.

And now, the thing that I want

Besides a bubble bath

The sent of homemade bread

Or the complete understanding of the news

Is my phone to ring

A friendly voice on the other end

I never seem to be alone here.

Tonight’s the first.

It was always something I craved:
Peace.

Yet now,

This Friday night in March

My companions aren’t the foreign strangers

I’ve come to know,

But the crickets hiding somewhere below

Is this the curse of being a foreigner in a foreign land?

Loneness, when darkness comes.

~ by avalambrecht on March 26, 2009.