A pillow drenched with tears in solitude
is common among those who have not found
a mate to share or solace every mood
[as if two ever shared such common ground]
Some few choose A and others go for B
most never choose but take what they can get
feel forced to live alone not fancy free
or called to dinner like a household pet.
In secret, many ache to be alone
yet travel as if they were on the Ark,
while others find no one to share their home
or take an evening stroll with ’round the park.
Those ties that bind are not unlike a noose
but most don’t have the spine to just hang loose