Alone she would go to the park by the river
where couples relaxed or kissed with a quiver
She like to watch them, she felt she belonged
but it made her remember about how that she longed
For a connection she missed with a like-minded soul
that she could feel safe with, to fill her heart’s lull
To someone at night she could rumple the cover
and cuddle so slight with someone called lover
She watched them and wondered how they made the connection
Was she lacking something? Was she seeking perfection?
She would leave the park and find some distraction
so she wouldn’t think of her lack of attraction
To someone she knew was out there somewhere
to sit in the park with and love, should she dare.
c 6/28/2013 Nancy Buffington