In the dark of night,
I feel you warm by my side
like a summer dream.

Whispers of your name –
my legs turn into jelly
and my knees give out.

I don’t feel so bad
when I watch you with the ones
you chose over me.

Being a fifth wheel
hurts even worse when I see
who they chose instead.

If I had to say,
you’re a rotten excuse for
a human being.

I search for the night
at the bottom of drinks in
rock-bottom glasses.

Please sing me a song.
I don’t care which one, I just
need to feel again.

The heat of the night,
the rhythm, music, and dance;
passion in my breast.

My quivering lips
taste the ghost of your mouth from
a never-shared kiss.