No dates in six months.
No sex in over a year.
Crickets all over my Tinder profile.
Can’t remember the password for my dating website.
No girl’s name in the recent calls list.
That’s all right. Tonight, I have you, my friend.
He holds my pen and the words flow.
NOTE: This was the other idea I had for the ‘YeahWrite Microprose’ challenge before eventually going with ‘Soiled‘