It's that time of the evening when porch lights start flickering on,

and I can hear dinner noises through my open windows and door. Kids laughing. The clanking of crockery. And I feel alone in every sense of the word, and I'm remembering the last time a woman kissed me.
I want more kisses. I want to share my too big bed. I want to make coffee for two and breakfast in bed. I've had enough of being alone. This is not a pity party. Far from it. I'm making active changes in my life to coax the things I want in.
That is all.