Lonely Man
I knew they would come back.
I forgot what they had felt like,
A dozen neglected dogs returning to bite.
Uncomfortable old emotions now return to me,
Circling around and haunting me when I am lonely.
When I see a beautiful woman, I cannot look away.
I must get close and ask her name.
Her voice leaves me bewitched.
My eyes have left her image branded upon my mind.
Now I seek her every day, but her I will not find.
I toss and turn listening to her in my sleep.
It is her flesh that I desire and her love that I will seek.
I see attractive women every day.
I cull my pretty and dream of her till another takes her place.
When will I meet an impassioned woman that I do not have to chase?
Do those who are married or have a soul mate,
Or whatever word they call their loved one to relate,
Forget their passionate feelings to show them instead,
Instead, of fantasizing out love in their head?
Do they remember all those they loved without a touch?
Could they seek out another
If their significant others found someone else to clutch?
During still moments, many things go through my thoughts.
When I meet a woman, who desires my care,
Will she leave me for sex or let me prepare?
How long do I wait to ask a rhetorical question,
To put a ring on her finger and hold her without temptation?
As a forlorn nomad, I fall too easy,
I grasp at any beautiful woman who will listen.
I have become too old for shame and can only believe in the odds.
I believe I will find her touching me in her thoughts.
For one woman who wants one man, I offer myself to take her hand.
Tom Hamrin August 15, 1998
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