Waking

In the morning, I wake up, tired and lonely,
wishing that I had someone, right here by me.
Someone that I can share my life, my everything with,
so much that I sometimes feel it is just a myth.

There is more to my life than sitting and dreaming and wishing,
more than thinking of you and others and just the act of missing.
I see that as I go outside, looking towards this brand new day,
and as I get out and about, I realize everything will be okay.

There is love, but also work, friendship, and fun,
virtually limitless ways to spend time under the sun.
As I shove the sheets off, I cannot help but wonder,
"will this day bring me closer to whom might become my lover?"

I march on, taking on the battle of today,
in hoping that everything will be as bright as the spirit of May.