I constantly find myself alone,

Though I mostly don't,

Feel lonely.

People come and go,

That is just how life is.

It is more likely,

For me to feel lonely,

With people,

Than without.

I cannot explain myself,

So do not ask me to.

There are people,

Who I don't want,

To leave me,

Alone.

These people I love,

You know who you are,

Or at least,

I do.

My woman lies across the bed,

I strip to the buff,

telling her tonight will be the best ever,

I cough, sneeze and fart.

Smoking she exhales smoke

as if her mouth is on fire,

smiles, telling me she is ready.

She rubs her armpits,

scratches her ass, waiting on me.

As we kiss,

I cough, she sneezes.

Next we know, it's Monday.

Time for work.

Another failure.