To Feel Loved Again
I’m a dried up leaf; from the tree of life;
master of many long winters;
living alone; having lost my wife;
one of life’s older beginners.
Though I feel young; I know that I’m old;
and only see smiles of respect;
age is just a number; I’m frequently told;
but that’s only partially correct.
Love is something; I can no longer feel;
my heart now feels empty, inside;
such emptiness makes my life surreal;
sometimes, I just want to hide.
Today, I enjoyed a lunch with a friend;
no woman even looked my way;
none really care; they only pretend;
few of them have much to say.
I need someone to love and embrace;
a woman who really loves me;
one with longing; just seeing my face;
but that isn’t meant to be.
I dream of a beautiful woman’s face;
one, who has a longing for me;
feeling her touch, and warm embrace;
but such can no longer be.
I wish I could be with a woman I miss;
I feel only sadness and pain;
I dream of feeling her passionate kiss;
I long to feel loved again.
Monty 11.10.25. # 3,045