Loneliness

I use to fall asleep
In front of the TV
I wish I had shoulders to put my head on
I get drunk every night
I give my cat a smite
Cause he never understand a word I say
I can feel the clay
Something with delay
Then I do the dishes
No one to dry the glasses
No one to tell me «go to bed, now it’s late»
I take my clothes off
I throw them on the ground
No one to tell me «can you put them away»
I take my book in bed
The story of a man
Who says, in tears, «death, but not loneliness