INCOMPLETE

Tonight I feel something missing, there is one more thing I was supposed to do. A little detail slipping of my mind and it all seems stupid. Nothing gone right. Fears against time against sloppiness against foes. And my scent was the adequate for this night... Yet something's missing. And I will carry this blank for the whole night. A mixture of guilt and self-dissappointment. And I know you wouldn't understand. Bad luck tonight and I'm left with the sourness of a bigger loss. Not complete at all. Now: lonely cheers for an incomplete unlucky spoiled human who's not even there (absent).