One thinks of the night when loneliness stood by one's door and watched one endlessly swipe right in search of the perfect match. And then, one thinks of the nights when loneliness stood by one's door and watched one make sloppy love with the match that was neither right nor perfect. When one had to wait for the first rays of sun to swipe the bare one on the left left and grab a Marlboro light with chai to let go of the night's damp air suffocating the mind. When until the dawn, one tossed, left and right, hollow, wasted, regretful but still waiting for the next as one continued to swipe right, bleary-eyed, with loneliness watching from across the bolted door concealing its hopeless smile. On loneliness & regret. #prosepoem #2015
