I often wonder
If I even have an other half
Maybe I came here whole
To stroll the evening streets
With no hand to hold
But the edge of my sleeve

I have tried
To be someone in love
Put the butterflies in a jar
To be admired and one day
Polished on a wedding alter
But after time it falters
And I stroll alone again

I often wonder
If I will feel free or lonely
When I climb in age
As my sleeves fray
As I meander down
Beneath the street lights
Watching lovers lull about

I do that too
In my dreams