Nights

Eight bottles of wine in a week,
Dry and white to
Pass the night
Alone.

I feel as though someone
Is watching.
Watching me watch television.
Watching me sleep.

I pace with a cigarette
Dangling from my lips,
Countering the cold
With drink.
Listening to the distant hum
Of traffic,
Wondering where they go
At such a time.

Where would I go
At such a time?