Sometimes I am the last person out of the building. Sometimes I "closed" that bar by being the last one to leave. Sometimes I have been the last love of someone's life -- like with my beloved Sheila.
Sometimes I am the last person that someone thinks of -- like my relationship with Tina, with Maureen, etc. etc. etc. I used to say that I loved all women -- and that is absolutely true. Yet I think that I am continually and consistently forgotten as a potential date, mate, or even friend -- by nearly every women I know. How sad!
These are the days I miss having someone -- someone close, someone dear, someone to hang on to when dark thoughts encroach. Just someone... who likes me maybe... or tolerates me... or even loves me. That would be nice.
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