It has been so long,
Since anything has happened romantically,
For a long time there was no one,
And now there are three,
Cupid is finally paying attention to me,
Not with one bow but three,
A bisexual,
And a marriage divorcee,
I hope the numbers increase my chances,
In finding someone to love me,
As I have been waiting very patiently.


Is it possible to feel whole without another?
As we grow older,
More and more people seem to find each other,
Couple up,
Merge together,
One becomes two,
It’s very common,
What people seem to do.
Then comes three,
And maybe more,
Strength in numbers,
Wedding rings,
Erase casual and saucy flings,
Commitment and a future,
Trumps single hood and uncertainty,
And those left behind may as well drift out to sea.
They have forgotten the people whom are left alone,
People like me,
Without a thought,
Or any sympathy,
Because the couples now have a different reality,
They have completely forgotten what it is like to be lonely.
Now separated by category,
Roaming in the wilderness,
Despite trying really hard not to be,
I wonder if this is how it shall always be for me!?
Life is not a fairytale,
We can’t all get what we want,
And we can’t all be happy,
Such a notion does not reflect reality.
Yet with so many negatives already stacked against me,
It would have been nice to not also have cupids arrow shoot right past me!
Tears fall heavy,
My heart beats fast,
If I must endure this pain forever more,
I do not know how long I can last.
I am starting to dream less about the future,
Longing for this pain and isolation to cease,
Weak from getting up from continuous rejection,
Longing for those who long for me not,
Being toyed with like trash,
Swiped left and left to rot,
Showered with deceit,
Lead on,
I know longer have the energy to get back on my feet,
My heart saddened,
And black,
Once radiant,
Giving love,
Now barely beats,
Damaged goods!
Sad and defeated,
I am stuck,

The Train…

Dark, Cold, Still and Silent,
Until the tailored key is inserted and turned clockwise to ignite,
With a kiss of life,
Initiating an exuberant space,
Designed to facilitate the needs of those with beating hearts.
The vibrations of the engines churn,
And there is light,
And the roar of power has been born.
Movement begins,
Steady and clear direction on the track,
Gliding smoothly on the designated path.
Choo Choo,
Chucka Chucka,
Choo Choo,
Chucka Chucka,
Start, Stop, Start, Stop,
Wooshing along and tearing through the air,
Certain and with clear direction.
A safe haven for people to rest their feet and travel from A-Z.
But what about me?
I remember being one of those people,
Amongst those people.
Having a purpose,
Dreams to pursue,
Always moving up and forward,
Never looking back,
But I fell off track.
I got lost,
And I am waiting,
But I don’t think it is ever coming back.
So I stand alone in the darkness,
Without shelter,
Or a map,
Destitute with no means of contact.
I hear you all,
Coming and going,
You can’t be that far away.
That glimmer of hope is all that I have and hold onto.
Do you ever hear my screams?
You don’t acknowledge them!
I seem to have been forgotten.
I have definitely been left behind.
Yet I stand waiting to be helped and found,
Day after Day.