Left alone on a Sunday noon time,
Watching football on the B.B.C.
All it was, was a nil-nil draw,
Man United and Man City.

Out with your friend for friendly coffees,
Sweet cups of tea after dark.
Riding on buses to romantic places,
Running around like kids in the park.

Phone me up with heartfelt comments,
Your fingers crossed behind your back.
Hoping I won't be quite so selfish,
Safe in the knowledge I'm glad to be back.

© Edward ian Armchair 2002