no one sees you in the morning
without your made-up face
no one else’s mess to clean
things remain in their proper place
no one leaves the top off the toothpaste
or one lonely sheet on the toilet roll
no dirty dishes in the kitchen sink
and the TV remote is yours to control
but when you climb in bed at last
on nights when the wind makes a lonely shriek
do you regret your single status?
do you feel something of a freak?
when you unlock that door
at the end of your working day
do you long to see somebody?
a lover to whom you can say:
hey sexy, it’s only me
will I cook or
will we go out for tea?
how was your day?
mine was shit – wait’ll you hear
then into their arms you can disappear
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