In Need of Clarity
by Michael Doyle

You stumble toward your comfy bed
Feeling dazed and abused in your head.
It's been a night of free-flow drinking,
And you're now incapable of thinking

You dial her number, hoping it's a mistake,
Your last raw nerve feels it's about to break.
Message after message is sent to her phone,
And you wake up the next day just as alone.

A string of returned texts whispers disconnection.
Clearly, this is more than a course connection.
It's hard to exactly say what you have done wrong.
The message has gotten through: you don't belong.

A smiling face offers a small comeback in the morning.
Days like this are ill-advised and should carry a warning.
The hair of the dog that has bitten you too deeply,
Needs a little something as you face the day sleepily.

It's hard to understand how the sun can still shine,
When the dreams you had have become somewhat of a tagline.
The joke may not be funny, but it is definitely on you.
You take it a day at a time; it's the best that you can do.

A string of returned texts whispers disconnection.
Clearly, this is more than a course connection.
It's hard to exactly say what you have done wrong.
The message has gotten through: you don't belong.

She smiles at you, though it's being nice and lying.
In encouragement, she wants you to keep on trying.
Though it is certain that you fumble quite a lot.
You never knew how to flirt, and most of it you forgot.

Just like that, you have stumbled on your healing cure.
Suddenly, an unexpected friend decides to join your tour.
Maybe bad luck has found a way around life's bend,
All that is certain is that you have found a new friend.

A string of returned texts whispers disconnection.
Clearly, this is more than a course connection.
It's hard to exactly say what you have done wrong.
The message has gotten through: you don't belong.

(c) March 28, 2026   Michael Doyle
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