We who are single are all alone

And wait in quiet for the phone

To ring, and a pleasant voice to say

"You know I care, tell me about today"



But it only happens on spurs of moments

And you wish there'd be plans, hoping

Some wonderful person will be steady

And always for you and at the ready



But everybody lives on their own agenda

For they have priorities, and amend 'em

As they move around in their own circles

And don't always see you as they perk all



Not to worry, for there really is someone

For whom life exists not, unless you're some

Part of their constant and daily routine

For they cannot go on, unless you're seen



If not in reality, then in their mind's eye

For you have come to be so much of their pie

And sooner or later, they will come and find

The beauty and wonder you are, and be kind ...



- Tristram