When yet another lover flees my bed
And runs out without breakfast or hot tea
I wonder what it was I should have said
And realize they never did love me.
We fear the loneliness of later life.
Then quickly accept anyone at all
No wonder then our hearts are pierced with knives
Our guts are wracked like ships on a wild sea.
Look for no new saviour in this life.
It’s better to be lonely and be free
When lovers flee our beds we will be pleased
Grateful that machines can wash and beat
Invite no one but God into your room.
He is the one you cannot meet on Zoom
How my heart sings 