FOMO II

 

somewhere there is a party

friends are drinking and laughing

somewhere people are together

and I’m not there

 

maybe it’s better this way

I wouldn’t want to ruin the fun

or put any undue pressure

on an evening with anyone

 

but I wonder and I worry

if I’ll be there at the right time

to laugh and smoke and intertwine

to socialize and really unwind

 

I hope they remember me

while they’re celebrating together

I hate being alone, and feeling forgotten

languid and abruptly devouring me whole