Prose Poem: The Single Life

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Don’t ignore the love you DO have in your life by focusing on the love you DON’T.”—Mandy Hale, The Single Woman: Life, Love, and a Dash of Sass

By David Hood

Here I am without a trace of you. If we could only meet on the street, in city park, at a crowded bar, in a checkout lineup, at a dance for singles, perhaps in an empty movie theatre on a Saturday afternoon, some place, any place, where people congregate. It would require a chance counter, a fluke of luck, good fortune, a random event. Oh, how our lives would change for the better. We’d meet, connect, share friendly smiles, gaze into each other’s eyes.

We’d flirt, get acquainted over a coffee, arrange a date, enjoying dinner for two. We’d talk about our unpredictable lives, laugh at a few jokes, share secrets of our past. Afterwards, we’d kiss passionately, embrace as lovers, hold hands like soul mates.

We’d share all our leisure time together, fall in love, like the romances you see in Hollywood films. We’d dream and plan our future–marriage, a home, children, vacations to relaxing destinations. A life together as a loving union, man and wife.

Instead, I am sitting here, by myself, at this dingy coffee shop with a cold cup of  java, alone with my thoughts and emotions, reading this bestselling novel in which “love” is the theme. Another weekend alone, with the newspaper, tablet to the Internet, a pen and personal journal, a digital camera as my friends.

I am living the single’s life, yet desiring to meet you, my kindred spirit, my true love, somehow, somewhere, some place.

Who are you? Where are you? What do you look like? How do I meet you? When will I meet you?

I keep praying and hoping.

Until we meet, my life remains a solitary journey—-” a daily struggle of quiet desperation.”

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About Dave Hood

Lover of poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction. Professional photographer and writer. Without the arts, life would be rather mundane, like a walk down the same old path on a dull day.
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