Why?

Each day I sit and stare
at the reflection
staring back at me
Not so bad, I think
and yet...
I'm still alone
on my own
afraid...

Each time I witness
two lovers
doing what lovers do
looking at each other
in that dreamy way
I wonder
why can't it be
that way for me?

Then I remember
the answer
to these questions
It is because
I haven't yet found
you...

ShelPoems (c) 1990