A Loose Thread

I shouldn’t let myself think about such things.

I should know by now that love, with all of its allure,

is too strong a desire for someone as weak as myself.

I am lonely.

I miss having someone lie next to me at my night.

I miss the comfort of a man’s arms around me when I’m feeling weak.

The past few days I allowed myself to think of the possibility.

A good man with kind eyes that I could call mine.

Babe, Love, (insert name here), I love you.

How I would love to say I love you again.

So I have thought these things and like pulling that one loose thread

I have felt myself begin to unravel.

I can feel my isolation now more than ever.

Love has always been and will always be my undoing.

Always and forever, ’till death do us part.

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