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.