by Charli Charles

Created on: April 19, 2010

All alone, I walk down the lonely street

I see couples together, holding hands

I look at myself

At my old grey sweater, and worn out jeans,

In this world, it was just me.

No cat or dog or goldfish

No man again in my life.

I met Roger and we stayed for half a year

That was love until met Sandra

Maybe it was never meant to be, standing alone, it was just me.

With all my courage, all my might and love

I walk to his door like a ran-wet-cat

Two knocks is all that will call him

I hear his trudging footsteps and the door opening

With a shy smile, I say, “It’s just me”

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