I often hear their stories

Of how falling in love lifted their worries.

They told me I have been missing out

But I hear nothing of this. I don’t hear them shout!

To have someone to call your own, they say

As if you can own a person, I dare say.

Why can’t they see that I am fine on my own?

I am fine being just by myself until my hair is grey and I am nothing but bones.

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