This min

 No beer,

No gear,

Bag licked and all that's left 

Is the on coming fear. 

But the mind is more settled. 

Time keeps moving quick. 

Bedtime has come and gone. 

But you keep standing there. 

Staring at the phone, 

Wishing for a friend. 

Wishing to talk, 

To not feel alone 

Like you do at this min.