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