Lover’s Lament

Left in the lurch, out in the cold

I tried calling him, I was feeling bold

No amount of distraction can lift my blues

I’m a mountain of misery, full of issues.

Another late night of intoxication

I’m feeding the beast, this is self-medication

I’ve entered my own Ice Age, I’m freezing inside

So I’ll imagine an igloo where alone I will reside.