My Misery Loves Solitude
Four bedroom flat
Four bathroom flats
Four gas points on the cooker
Four blocks away from a hooker
Four lifetimes gone waiting for the right sign,
Four lifelines lost still couldn’t find a wife
Four steps thru, you hear the echo of the first one,
Four times around the house, searching for foresight
Four neighbors praising found love
I’m mourning cos I lost one.
Me. And a bottle.