A night full of alcohol...

A weird feeling down my spine.... Missing people again.
Texts and calls unanswered. A hang. Never getting over. I pour more whiskey in  my glass. Already drowned in rum, bailey. brandy, wine and vodka.
Still waiting for the 'zing'.

Randomly walked on the empty streets after midnight. Feeling the chill in air and warmth within.
A wait. Still ringing my mind. I wait at the empty bus- stop. No calls again. But still waiting.
Why?
For whom?

Just ONE call or text. To get the zing...in life, of life. A voice saying sleepy "hello, u still up?"...
Just one.