Another another Friday

Friday nights.
What time to feel alive.
Not in 2020 and not for me.
Just in my room with the light shade of green.
Quarantine.
Yay ,what would I do with out you?
Writing another poem? Yeah that’s what I’ll do .
After all do see any women taking an interest in this guy?
I’m not talking down to myself. I just would like to know why.
Why do you say i am good man?
Why do you say that I understand?
That I listen and care when no one else does.
If that’s the case ,then why can’t keep the people I love?
I look high above
Above everything else, looking for the answer.
Maybe it’s because I made the same mistake.
Thinking I would be left in last place.
I’ve always hated that feeling.
It’s so demeaning.
Alas here I am talking about my sorrows.
Today is done and now it’s tomorrow.
Even if days ,months, or years pass by.
It would be the same tears that I would cry.
More times than others.
Just wish I could fall into the arms of another.
Instead of being in this hole.
I know that’s is not my role.
It would make me feel whole.