When you left me at the table to got to the ATMnI've never been loneliernnYour cell-phone it shuttered and blinked, it was your boyfriend againnI've never been lonelier,nnA light-skinned black held a Charles Rennie Macintosh numbered lithographnnI moved to the end of the southern line and lost most of my friendsnI've never been loneliernnA bird flew in my house one day, and he panicked and thrashednUp against the window glass he crashed and crashednI've never been loneliernnThe boy recoiled as he got out of the heated poolnIt was midnightn