I don't mind being single,
But there's a whisper in the night,
A soft sigh that lingers,
Just beyond my sight.

I don't mind the quiet dinners,
Or the solitary walks,
But there's a warmth I sometimes miss,
In the silence when I talk.

I don't mind the empty bed,
Or the peaceful, solo dreams,
But there's a touch I long for,
In the spaces in between.

I don't mind the freedom,
Or the strength that comes with one,
But there's a bond I yearn for,
In the moments when day's done.

I don't mind being single,
I've learned to love the calm,
But there's a hand I reach for,
In the memory of your palm.

I don't mind the solitude,
The clarity it brings,
But there's a song that echoes,
In the stillness as it sings.

I don't mind being single,
But sometimes in the night,
There's a space beside me,
That feels just too right.
© Karischyoma