With Patience

My friends are strange

Friday comes

They drink and smoke

Never sure when to quit

Pick up another glass

Roll up another joint

Turn up the volume

Music roars

Bodies shake

The night goes on

Laughter and tears grow

Looser and forgetful they flow

Never sure when the night will end

They hope it won’t be soon

But morning comes

Bodies ache and minds scrapped

Restless

Wonder if it was worth it

In the name of fun it was

Say they’re ready for the next time

I gaze at them

Hoping they’ll realize their suffering

But nervy smiles and half shrugs they give

Promise it’s all good

Deep down, I see their pain

I sigh and I, wait