The cruel mathematics of time
Reduces the total
One by one by one–
My friend
You told me once
That you would
Remain steadfast
Despite the odds
And through the years
As others left the circle
Our herd of the lonely hearts
Was culled and
We became an anachronism
Then just the other day
I receive word
That you are engaged
Now I have become
The last and wonder
Why have I found
Pride in my condition?
Why do I secretly smile?
The Space Between Me and You 