Another Lonely Night Poem by Brian Kilpatrick

Another lonely night
I wait by the shores of my mind
For a breeze to blow clear
The staleness that lingers there
Friends far and few
From another lifetime
I wonder about the retinue
And the thing we use to do
The smoke the drinks the laughter
And all the things we were after
As the door shuts quietly on the distance night
Before the palatable hope subsides
In the brief reprieve I hide
From loneliness staring me in the eyes