No wine, but rainfall.

Night came so quick, it crept and it cloaked,
I scrolled and rolled eyes, wanting to be lain on hardfloor;
I just want some happiness, I guess—
confessing this does nothing either which way.

Night came so quick, that I forgot my woes;
close eyes in lowlit rooms and I am away;
I was in love once, did you know? I forget what living is like
and chat and talk with vacant strangers.

Night came so quick; four became ten and then, two;
I want wine so badly, it’s sad being sober,
and overall cold like it should be;
I’d take a pulse in a heartbeat he says, gets up and walks away.