Tick Tock

Tick tock, tick tock, 

I am 60 now tick tock

I am too old to find love, tick tock

I must hurry before I get older, tick tock

Men like younger women, tick tock

I can’t get younger, tick tock

I will be alone, tick tock

So I furiously click, click, click on dating sites

Carefully I review what I see

Until I stop carefully reviewing what I see

Desperate, exhausted

No longer hopeful or expecting a miracle, tick tock

I hold on to him in my thoughts, but I know

He is not “the one”

But he is someone, anyone, tick tock

He is taking more of me than I have to give but I do it because of, the tick tock

But I do not have the time to waste on him, tick tock

But I am afraid I will have no one, tick tick tock tock

It is getting later, going faster and faster, afraid, tick tock

It is getting louder, stronger, more intense, TICK TOCK

And then it stops, stops, 

No more, no more, no more of him, the clicking, the reading profiles, the interviewing, the hoping, the disappointments, the fear, no more

It is now quiet, peaceful and enough

I am enough 

Enough for now

Now can he find me

Now that I am free, whole, present

I am safe 

He can come to me in the quiet

The peaceful place

The place of my feminine 

She draws him to me.