Friday Night

Another Friday Night.
Just me, home alone.
Red wine and take-away;
Alongside a quiet phone.

Another Friday Night.
I’ve really lost all count.
All types of music played
With DVDs on account.

Another Friday Night.
They just keep on coming;
Each and every week;
Routine alone-ness echoing…defeat.

Another Friday Night.
A single set of dishes;
A single glass of wine;
Many unanswered wishes…but I’m fine.

Another Friday Night.
Hanging on my own.
‘Everyone’ else is ‘busy’,
Avoiding home alone.

Another Friday Night alone.
Me, myself and I.
Once again plans have gone awry;
And once again I sit and wonder why…