I wander round my town alone,
drinking in various pubs;
ingratiating myselelf with other customers
and rubbing them up the wrong way, I suspect.
I forget their names though they've told me before
and get involved in their conversations.
Afterwards I walk home alone.
It is intensely sad.
- Author: Michael Champion ( Offline)
- Published: July 29th, 2016 15:13
- Category: Unclassified
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