BlamingSomeone

It’s now when 
I often think 
and frequently miss 
someone being here
besides just me 
I’m fun actually 
but even I
grow weary of 
my own company 
and just wish 
that the divots
on beds and 
in chairs of
dirty coffee cups 
and wet toothbrushes 
of damp towels 
and dull razors 
belonged to someone 
other than me 
I blame me
for the way 
things now are 
I woefully miss 
blaming someone else