It's called being single

 

My breath puffs out into the frosty air
As a small cloud, quickly to disappear
My fingers are without feeling 
The nights air is too cold
I shiver
My thoughts shift 
I sigh in impatience 
When will this wait end
The wait for that shadow I seek 
Of a man I wish to see 
A man so sweet, as if he were just a dream

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