Here And Now Poem by Megan Frame

I hear the two of you talk,
And see how you two walk,
Together in a sea of bliss,
That is what I miss.

Though at times we do mix,
We all have our cliques.
And there are those of us,
Over whom we fuss.

Because they fit in,
Not because they're pretty or thin.
They're loved by and by
And they don't have to try.

But It seems I am one,
Who gets no thought when day is done.
I have no clique, no match,
I'm just a disease you'll catch.

I long to have the same.
I wish to have my claim,
On some one who adores me too.
Some who found my glass shoe.

Is there any who'll come for me?
Will anyone be happy with me?
My friends desert me for their love,
For their angel from above.

It's too much to bear,
And I think my heart might tear.
But the fault is not theirs',
They simply enjoy their pairs.

The world was made for two's,
And two together will fuse.
Yes, two is what it's all about,
but I'm just the odd one out.

Perhaps one day,
Some how, some way,
I'll find my pair,
But I can't go there.

Someday is just to far,
It's close, but no cigar.
I don't want to wait that long.
I'm just not that strong.

I'm living for the here and now,
Not waiting for someday, somehow.