Another Friday night is here,

A circumstance to whoop and cheer.

At the pub, the usual booth,

The usual order of Vermouth.

Scouting both near and afar,

I spot a stunner at the bar.

Cleavage showing, skin tight jeans,

A ringless finger so it seems.

I wander over with a strut,

Full of gusto in my gut,

I say my lines with usual charm,

She falls for it, she’s been disarmed.

A few drinks later, we take off,

At my place another quaff,

After one night of fun for two,

She leaves first thing with things to do.

I lay there in my empty bed,

Dry of mouth and throbbing head.

I pace around my quiet house,

Another day, my spirit doused.

On the socials — happy kids,

Laughing loud in all the vids.

There must be more to life than this,

I just get joy, no happiness…