I opted for the chair and not a couch
Despite the mangled springs—(the grizzled sight!)—
The orange tint, the way it made me slouch—
The whole effect, it suited me just right.
I sat alone between the lovers’ seats,
(A place that times before I’d occupied)
And there endured my life, put on repeat,
And shown to me as from another side.
I watched with vague disgust the cooing pairs
And pulled my knees toward my chin in thought.
Perhaps it was a lonely feeling, there.
The more I watched, the more fed up I got.
Why waste so much of life in void romance?
I’ll hermatize! (If ever I’ve the chance).