Another pointless evening.
Dinner starts too early,
And ends too late,
Like every year.
I wasn’t in the mood.
Pretend,
Fake laughs,
Play the fool.
“Go ahead, show off, Fido.”
A prostitute on demand,
Dressed as a clown.
Afterward,
I’m not the last one to show up
At this crazy fair.
What I prefer
Is when it hits out of nowhere.
A call at 2 a.m.,
A text that spirals,
Something unexpected.
Maybe I’m just lost.
A little moment of shared cynicism,
It passes the time.
And then,
“Kisses, see you next year!”
Dirty laughs,
Elbow nudges,
And we part with promises.
We’ll do this again, right?
While deep down, all year long,
We hide behind fake smiles,
Never saying what we should really say.
I know that feeling. 💗