Alone, really?


Having my nails done.
Outside I see a carousel.
People passing by.
Toddler, teens, adult..
Married, single, committed..
Friends, partner, family..
How come I’m alone…

The lady just cut something, it hurts.
The carousel just stopped.
Still, people passing by.
Toddler, teens, adult…
Married, single, committed..
Friends, partner, family..
How come I feel alone…

My nails’ almost done, all clean and looking good..
The carousel moves again, round and round…
Still, people passing by.
Toddler, teens, adult..
Married, single, committed..
Friends, partner, family..
Then someone came, looking at me..
There you are, my dear, let’s go home…

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