For Two

Haunted by couple’s retreats,
I get so lonely.

 

All these vacations,
and dinners
for two.

 

Crying myself to sleep,
wondering if I’ll ever find
a man for me.

 

And hoping he’s everything
I’ve always dreamed of.

 

The one that will hold my hand
until my last breath.

 

Then I’ll know what
being part of a "for two"
is all about.

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