Yes, I’ll be there!
I heard myself say.
While deep in my gut
Wasn’t sure I could stay.
I gather with friends,
Pretend that I care
About anything other than
My man who’s not there.
I’m told to be social,
To not isolate.
But most conversation
Just seems to grate
On my nerves.
So I drive
Through the curves
While I bolster myself
For more idle chitchat
Which makes me feel that
I don’t belong.
It all seems so wrong.
I know I must go,
At least for an hour.
Will force me to get up,
Show up, and shower.