2001-11-19 - 11:37 p.m.
I began to wonder why I bothered to turn up,
A party in the park with a thunderstorm brewing.
I brought my bottle of wine,
Didn't know she was allergic.
I drank it anyway,
Although it didn't go down well with my flu tablet.
The sky turned a bright orange,
Rain was coming, I thought up excuses.
I made no effort to mingle,
I hadn't had the line or joint everyone else already did.
I made small talk with my company,
I didn't wait to hear the replies.
I smoked, cigarette after cigarette.
That gave me something to do,
Put something in my mouth.
It was a night of ex-es,
I offered my cheek, looking behind him.
I sat there, intensely disinterested.
I didn't have to deal with it anymore,
I didn't care to.
His volatility had begun to bore me,
The story of his life changed everytime we spoke.
I reserved no room for empathy,
Po-faced and rolling eyes.
I got up to leave,
Muttering a faint goodbye.
It was an uneventful night,
Amidst the ice storm, bonfire, and freak shows.
