Are such simple creatures, not so?
In the past 9 months I’ve met many.
I’m still meeting a bunch – at least it gets me out of the house, if nothing else.
Why do they all offer the same thing though?
Is there really not a single one out there that is prepared to put some effort in?
No matter what they say,
how they say it.
It all boils down to just one thing.
What if I meet a man.
A man taller than myself.
That has no boep.
With soft lips.
And nice hands.
What if, I meet a man.
That can laugh with me.
That can laugh at himself.
A man that will see behind the walls.
One that can hold his shoulder for me.
One that will want to cherish me.
What if I meet that man?
Could I hold him close to me?
Can I share in the warmth of another human being?
May I hold his hand?
Shall we dance together?
What if I already met him?
What if he’s looking for me too?
What if – to make me miserable?
Or to give me hope?
Long days and pleasant nights to all…