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I've tired of waking in this bed alone,

But I'm afraid of change, and that's all I've known.

I stare longingly at couples hand-in-hand

Who air out their love for all to see.

Their choosing always to grandstand

Has far too great an effect on me.

I pass them by walking home on my own

Wond'ring why I've no love of my own.

Then I stop on the corner and think for a minute;

This walk-don't-walk is always delayed.

Why long for relationship if my heart's not in it?

Why must I feel a sense of dismay?

Perhaps years behind me have passed through the sieve,

But looking ahead I have my whole life to live.

What may be right for them may not be for me

And I've plenty of time until I can see

What direction I'd best head in,

The one who I should let in.

Today I'll relax, breathe deep,

Treat life like it's all-you-can-eat

Since here I am in the driver's seat.

One day I'll look back and call it a phase

Reflecting fondly on my younger days,

Till then pointedly, perpetually, professionally single.