Maybe, he's gay.

Or a hermit in a hovel in India.

Maybe, he went out for cigarettes,

and was hit by a bus.

Was he ever born?

My church friend told me - God has someone for me.

My pastor said - There's no such thing as a soul mate.

My bar friend said - It's no big thing, just go home with somebody.

My mom pouts whenever I mention anyone.

Maybe I'm too picky, or crazy, or messed up.

Maybe it's all me, a blindness, a bitterness,

Or I'm just too self absorbed, too tired, or too lazy.

...but I blissfully bliss on

Unaware that I'm missing anything.