(c) Nicole F. Hall 2004
I can never give myself a second opinion,
and I can never draw on another perspective.
I can't hold a conversation with myself.
I cannot be a bonus in my own life.
I could never be enriched by my own differences.
I can't be infected with my own contagious laughter.
I could never ride a bicycle built for two.
I cannot slow dance alone
or swing myself in a two-step or "dosie-doe".
I could never develop an "inside joke".
I couldn't be or have a very best friend,
a confidante', a companion, a soul mate.
I could never feel the nervous anticipation at the thought
of a first date with myself.
Never could I escort myself holding my own arm.
I can never hold and comfort myself watching a scary movie.
While I can look in the mirror,
it cannot compare to hearing you tell me how attractive I look.
I am not able to create the electricity felt just before a first kiss.
I could never flirt with myself
or give myself an accepting wink.
I could never surprise myself with a wrapped gift.
While I can grow or buy myself flowers,
I can never be surprised by their arrival to my desk
and I could never hide them from myself behind my own back.
While I can pamper myself, I could never experience romance.
Never will I be presented with a photograph
of myself enjoying a candle-lit dinner for one.
I cannot serenade myself with love songs.
I am unable to kiss my own lips.
I cannot make myself weak in the knees.
I cannot wrap my arms around myself and hold myself for hours.
I can't massage my own back or itch the spot I cannot reach.
I can't look into my own eyes or hold my own hand
or ever take advantage of Valentine's Day dinner for two.
I could never miss myself.
I could never feel the longing and desire to spend time with myself.
I can never feel the excitement of a reunion.
I can never turn any one down with the words, "I am spoken for".
I can't lean on myself when I feel weak.
I can't sneak up behind myself while standing at the kitchen sink.
I could never fall in love with myself.
I can never be a crown upon my own head
nor could I be someone's "better half", "significant other" or "partner".
I could never be in a strand of three cords.
I can never wear a ring, symbolic of the love and devotion to myself.
I could never experience the miracle of two becoming one.
I could never feel a loving nudge
when I snore in the middle of the night.
I will never experience the bliss of waking up in my own arms.
I could never fight for the blankets
and I could never have the blanket lifted up for me
as I crawl in under the covers.
I could never experience spooning
or wake myself up to breakfast in bed.
I could never snuggle my own face into my neck.
I could never whisper sweet nothings in my own ear
or feel the warmth and tenderness
of my own hand running the length of my body
from the back of my legs all the way up to the back of my neck
in one single, solitary motion.
I can't come home to myself after a long day at work.
I could never sit on my own lap
and wrap my arms around my own neck.
I am so very incapable of making love by myself.
I cannot seduce myself.
There are special places on my own body I can never kiss.
I could never feel my body mingling with itself
or know what it was like to be loved
While I can grow old by myself,
I could never have the pleasure of reminiscing our past.
I cannot remind myself of things long forgotten.
And as much as I can continue to tell myself "I love you",
it just isn't the same as loving and being loved.
I can be happy with myself and all by myself,
but I could never provide myself with the richness and blessings
that can only come from being with you.
Without you, there is so much life I am unable to experience.
I need you.