you reach a point

you reach a point
where
you tire
of love.
of relationships,
of meeting new people
and waiting to
see what happens
next.
you understand now
why people stay
married forever
and a day despite
the fact they
despise each other
and haven't had
sex since Ronald
Reagan was in
office.
but you get it.
a bird in the hand,
etc.
this is when you
sigh, and exhale.
stare out the window,
then stop
typing, because
you don't know what
else to say.