FIRST DATE

By Grace Bizzarro

“Come meet Jerry,” they say

or Arnold or Sam.

I’m alone and not lonely

I answer.

I’d rather stay here,where I am.

don’t need someone to hold my hand.

I know they mean well

still they don’t understand.

Though I know in my heart

what they say is all true.

They’re wasting their time.

There’s no replacement for you.

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