The Game of Choice

Who do I choose?

Yet another choice I am unprepared to make

I love the game

but it gets old

Every night 

I am alone

My hand yearns to reach out 

and

touch someone

my lips

want to melt upon another

My body slumbers best when intertwined

I’m not sure

I just hope its soon

If I find the One

I will give my games up

...Forever