Solitary Senses

A new town
Without a friend in sight
A new home
Without a lamp to light
A new phone
Without a text to write

An old store
With rusty hinges on the door
An old rug
With aging hardwood floors
An old mirror
With vanity I adore

A new friend
Without a pot to piss in
A new car
Without the missing VIN
A new narrative
Without the proper pen

An old gun
With engravings degraded
An old lover
With feelings jaded
An old memory
With time has faded