Aimless was not in my vocabulary.
Ignited full of confidence.
Marriage and wedding bells.
Love, romance no more but care remains.
Either his fault or mine or both just too young.
Second, third, forth times with men failed yet again.
Shy of marriage, how correct, once beaten twice shy.
2014 to present
Aimless I am now.
Imperishable I hope but for how long?
Men either happily married or others
Looking across the miles.
Emailing young chicks.
Someone’s bought a trophy while
Someone’s waiting for fate.
Food for thought
Aimless can be a choice.
Inadvertently one fine day
Mister may appear right in front of me.
Leprechaun’s luck? More likely his treasures are gone.
Economics reason perhaps he sees me as a roof over his head.
Should I stay single or find a soulmate?
Sheepishly waiting for fate, though not quite ……………….
Come, Toby, get under the duvet, time for bed.