Alone in all the crowds, I sit and wait.
At bars and parties men just pass me by.
In New York City it is hard to date,
Especially when one is rather shy.
And yet, down city streets the lucky walk.
Those couples hold each other's hands and smile.
So smug, they kiss and hug and baby talk.
They fill my empty chest all up with bile.
Is it at bars or cafes or the park
The couples met and mated, two by two?
I go these places and the time I mark
Waiting for someone to arrive, but who?
New York, I know you have the man for me
But where the fuck in all these crowds is he?
(yes, I did copyright this, thanks)
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