The envy I get seeing lovers,
Holding hands.
Caressing and beautifully staring
at their forever.

The wishful thinking that I feel seeing couples,
Happily walking.
Alongside each other
With the perfection they have for
one another.

The bitterness I feel seeing pairs,
Together, laughing
while I am alone
wishing of my own relationship
that others
would imagine as theirs.