for most of my life
i wanted a wife...

a woman
a female

a"she" to my "he"
a date
a mate
to relate
to 'we"
(to "me" in reality)

a better-half
to my bad half
another half
to my half a whole
a heart to my soul

what i really wanted
was
a hole...

a piece-of-ass
just time to pass
nuthin' to last
it all be in the past
anyway...
ain't no whole

as i grow old
and more bold
(if that be possible
impossible)
Truth be told...

i just "wanted"...

i wanted...
what i wanted
who i wanted
when i wanted
why i wanted
how i wanted
...

wives are all gone
children are grown

now i live alone
bare to the bone
cold as stone

with everthing
i ever wanted...

me

i
and mySelf
and me
not a lot
but, it's all i've got

"wanting not"