Poem #2.1: Come Friday, here we go again.

Come Friday, here we go again,
Cinema, drinks, at such young age.
Go to a club, -“I’m going to be lucky!”
Fat chance, boy. How right was Fate.

End of the night
I walk her home.
-“Last chance” I think
When we get to her door.

How wrong could I be?
And then I realised
That it wasn’t gonna be
Again this time.

Unfazed, I’m on my way
Back home.
Dark night, it’s very late
To walk alone.

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