cliche weekend mornings

waking up to early
on the weekend
a new form of insommnia
proves to be
a cliche trip
down memory lane
remebering times
where there was someone
special
to write about
and yet
no one has left
except me
getting away
out
around people
that make me smile
rather than sweat
hoping that soon
it'll lead be back
to the one
who had the sound
and it won't be a farce
in deep rooted
cynicism
i know it will
painful thoughts
too early
on the weekend
proves
that i too can cry
not with the
intensity
of the others
who sob over
nails and mascara
silent tears
simply stating
the stuck state
of my life
and the pain
of a cliche artist