no work tomorrow, bank holiday.
So the place is packed, hardly room to dance
but most don't bother, content to stand
and chat together. Then away,
other side of the room I get a glance
of a face I recall. Looking bored.
One I yearned for a year ago.
Wore my heart on my sleeve but got rejected.
Now with a man and being pawed
over her bum. What does that show?
I was too restained? I feel dejected.
I look away but there's another
old flame or rather a stuttering candle
that was soon snuffed out for not getting on
with her family especially her brother.
She's also with a man I could handle
although he's younger. Forget it, she's gone.
I don't believe it ! There's a third
failed romance with some nondescript bloke.
I'm starting to face the sad realisation
they see me as just a pathetic nerd,
that women see me as a sad old joke
and I cringe with a sense of humiliation.
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