Don stepped outside It felt good to be alone He wished he was drunk He thought about something he just said And how stupid it had sounded He knew he should forget about it He decided to piss but he couldn't A plane pa**ed silently overhead The streetlight, and the buds on the trees, and the night were still It finally came He took a deep breath It made him feel strong And determined To go back inside The light Their backs Their conversation, the couples, romancing so natural His friends stare With eyes like the heads of nails The others Glances With amusement, with evasion With contempt so distant With malice for being a stye In their engagement Like swimming underwater in the darkness Like walking through an empty house Speaking to an imaginary audience Being watched from outside By a (soul without a key) He could not dance to anything Don left and drove And howled and laughed at himself He felt he knew what that was Don woke up And looked at the night before He knew what he had to do He was responsible In the mirror, he saw his friend