And just for thought...
I do not miss a man in my life until I curl up to my pillow.
It makes little difference to me if I have someone or not.
I enjoy my independence.
I see lovers, walking hand in hand, all the time.
Perhaps an empty sort of feeling tugs but it's nothing to fret over.
I know how to function, know I don't enjoy answering to someone else anyway.
I enjoy the bond with my child that only a single mother can have with their child.
Additions to our abode would only complicate.
Sometimes I go to my bed alone with tears and smiles left unshared.
I miss more of a confidante then a man next to me,
someone to free my thoughts with, to let go with,
but I have my poetry, these words, my child.
They tell me I will find a partner eventually.
There are too many wonderful qualities about me not to
but there are indeed many dark ones, too.
There are no guarantees in love but I know that I have indeed loved.
I do not notice that I am alone until the stars come out.
The night somehow brings a loneliness that sun seems to outshine.
It is of no importance.
My arms will just have to be enough.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.