Not a poem but maybe a self help letter?

Late nights will cradle you in their arms and you will think of too many things.

Black steaming coffee will caress your throat and wrap you in a warm embrace

The shower will feel like a fresh start once you step out

but your bed will bring you back to the excruciating truth that you're alone. 

The days that remind you of your youth will make you wish you could always feel young and invincible

but when waking up feels too much like remembering and food takes like giving up

that's when you'll know the negative things going through your head need to stop.