The Redundancy of Loneliness

There's a weathered pack of Marlboros on my fire escape
I miss my mother
I took a livery cab home from a party at 2am
I miss my mother
I do my prep work on a tv tray
I miss my mother
The pregnancy test came back negative
I miss my mother
The plane fare is double this year
I miss my mother

You ask me if I want to talk
But sometimes a poem is just a poem.