yeah well you left me didn't you

We sat politely, talking as people
do on first dates,
as this has been one in a string
of about ten or twenty.
I'm so weary and bored of the task
of finding love.
If only it would find me first, and
put to rest the labor.
Feeling nothing on date number one,
and not excited,
enough to go on date number two
but I must.
It takes me many weeks to feel a pull.
I like artists best.
Sitting and waiting, oh did I feel
a pull for
The man with the giant beard
and the book
at the next table and I wanted to
say to him,
good sir, let us leave together and
find stars
and fill our pockets with stars and
dine at night
and sing songs to the wind and the
wolves and the
crickets.
But my first date came and the good
sir he left.
I kept his smile in my pocket all
night, and
pulled it out in my dreams.