a poem about being single

Holding out for a win, a win, a window: an opportunity.  A fleeting whim: a flight of fancy. Bemoaning, emoting: a long, a will, a way.  Bewitching, enchanting: to hope, to dream, to prey. Currently nowhere, moving toward nothing, holding onto blank spaces, holding out for something.  Something, someone, sometime, and someplace. A reckless abandon: some beat, some breath, some face. Exchanging words, passing time, breaking records in repetition: you (the former) and I.  Exchanging glances, passing judgment, breaking promises pre-made: just I, just I, just I.  Wherefore art thou: the ending’s not so far gone. Pick your poison, and I’ll drink mine: a pair beats all hands tonight.

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