Hinge
A thing to open doors,
A romantic wd40
Squeaking in the space between two phones
Oiling those who have forgotten how to say hello,
Hi
What's up?
Let's catch up?
But we know nothing of the other,
And empty morning either way
A de turned piano
No matter what key you play
Just a Note turned foul,
And then you're back on the prowl
For another song you wish not to sing
Karaoke snubbed at the local pub
Some punter singing little wing
And Hes Miming the solo
Externally alive but inside so alone.
And if he tries to relieve that desire
For company
A person to admire
For the night or maybe a few.
Something new
He is put in his place
Singer how dare you?
How dare you fill a hole
A gaping chasm
Alone until old
Just back where we started
Hinge
The home of the lost
The lonely
The broken hearted