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.