Outlaws and Poets (fiction and poetry)

Tired of looking
	Across the table
Finding
	No one
		There

Tired of sleeping
	Alone
No one to
	Complain about my
		Snoring

Wish there
	Was a
Ring on
	My
		Finger

Someone to come
	Home to
Reason to
	Come
		Home

But I keep
	Moving on
Life so
	Empty
		Sad