Happy Sack Trackers

Snacking at a bar. On a stool to sit not too far, From subdued desperation. And agitating memories. While munching on nuts. Looking around for someone to pick up. If lucky enough to stay sober. With the hope to one day get over, The drifting alone on urban streets alone. With the wish, To take someone special home. Giving time to pleasure. Then dismiss... Again. Happy sack trackers. Committed to one night stands. And survivors of love tossed away, By another to misunderstand... Love to give, Shouldn't be kicked around like a can. Happy sack trackers, Seeking selfishly... For kisses, touches and hugs to get, Temporarily then to leave. And to keep only loyal to their needs, To be pleased without feelings to remain... Neither appreciated, obligated or remorse, Because of a divorce. Because of pain still felt unable to detach. Or keep it in the past. Where feelings of love was discovered trashed. Happy sack trackers. Committed to one night stands. With the hope to one day get over, The drifting alone on urban streets alone. With the wish, To take someone special home. For an hour or two to do to leave the thought, And the act of it behind.