This Could Be You

‎This could be you

Savouring the warm taste

Of your own company

Under your tongue 

Feeling yourself 

Giggling away at memories

Laughing at your mistakes  

But you'd rather be with a crass somebody

Hiding away the bones of his ineptitude 

In a closet of alibis

This could be you 

Happy 

Content 

Proud

Laying abed  in this quiet room

Sound of rain on pavement

Soothing your mind

Shoes off, clothes off

But you're nursing a drink

In a lonesome bar hearing Asa sing 

Of waiting for the one

Who never comes

This could be you 

Snoring 

Dreaming of distant lands and shores

Of constant but quiet hum of electricity

But you are frothing at the mouth

Grating like my neighbour's generator 

At the one who said, I am fed up with you

I'm tired of feigning this is working 

This could be you

Kicking ass, slaying

But even the timbre of your own voice

And the thudding of your heartbeat

Frightens you

This could be you

Growing, basking in the Sun

But you are almost dying

Wilting away‎ in an airtight corner

Your branches bowed in shame 

This could be you....